Never mind that Amara doesn't have a bow in her hair and
she is wearing boy pajama's,
I love this picture of her trying to ride this bike with her blanket in the back.
This blanket....her most favorite has two special corners that she holds.
They are coming apart at the seems and she sticks her fingers in the holes.
Both corners are becoming darker than the rest of the blanket, even after it is washed.
If you try to give her one of the other corners, she won't take it.
She knows which corners she likes.
Now, this might not seem that interesting by itself.
What is interesting, is that her dad, Trent, did the very same thing!
He rubbed those corners for years until it was fine little threads.
Then when he went on his mission, (he still took the blanket) but he
cut what was left of the corners off and would carry them in his pocket.
(Do you think he need psychological help?)
And can I just say it was one very sad day when he came home from his mission
without his blanket. He had it in his suitcase on his first flight.
But that was Sept 11, 2001 - the day of the twin tower attacks.
He was detained in Peru for another two weeks, somehow it didn't get
put in his luggage coming home.
Amara has always reminded me of Trent.
She looks like what he looked like as a baby with the little round head.
Then when I learned she does this very same thing with her blanket, I was amazed!
