Old blanket

I have an old beloved blanket. It was a Christmas present in 1975, it went with me to college and has lived in all the homes I have lived in - sometimes on the bed, sometimes on the couch, sometimes in a closet. When I look at it I remember people and places long gone but fondly remembered.

My husband and I have a good partnership. We own and run a household, we have three much-loved, gorgeous children and share in their upbringing and daily care. On a practical level it works very well. We seldom have major disagreements, although we do bicker constantly. The reason for the bickering is that we are almost opposites in every way and that what is interesting to one is of no interest to the other, so too often conversations are stopped dead in their tracks and we must each find others with whom to share our minds and souls.

So what has this to do with a blanket? For the past two years he has been putting it on his side of the bed and it annoys me that now I am losing past associations with it and thinking of it as his blanket. I won't allow myself to be sad though, because the past is in the past and it shall never be again. It's just a bed-covering after all.