If you read my last entry about what I got for Christmas and you may have been wondering what a Holdie is, read on and you will find out. When I was born some old lady who attended senior club with my Grandmother made me a baby afghan. I was brought home from the hospital in it and slept with it every night. My cousin who was two years older then me also had one. Mine was white, green and yellow and hers was pink, blue and white. After a while my aunt passed my cousin’s on to me and I would sleep with both of them every night. Well, they got tangled into this big ball and I would bunch it up under my head when I slept. By the time I was about 6 or 7 my grandmother had the lady make me a new one. It was Yellow, white and green like my first one. I would sleep with it every night. I just couldn’t sleep right without my Holdie or some other blanket up under my head. But why use some other blanket when my Holdie was so soft and just the right size. As I grew up it would go with me to slumber parties and over night trips to friends houses either balled up in the bottom of my sleeping bag or tucked into a pillow case. I just needed it up under my head to get a good nights sleep. Well, when I got about 20 I was like who cares! I have a Holdie and I don’t care who knows. LOL I came out of the closet. People would find it silly but it was no big deal. My boyfriend just kinda looked at me funny the first time he spent the night, and for like a month he felt funny calling it a Holdie (I guess 24 year old guys feel funny about little kid made up names) and would just say my Blanket. Now he doesn’t think twice about saying “Hey Lis, here is your Holdie.” LOL Well as you can imagine a 19 year old blanket that is used everyday has to be showing some wear and tear. Now on to Christmas……I was just going about my present opening Christmas morning and when I took the lid off of the box with the new Holdie in it I was SO happy. My Dad took my picture and then I started crying like a baby. I was just so happy. I get scared with my Mom being so sick that every special occasion will be her last. I think that is why it meant so much. It is like she thinks it too and wants the last Christmas or Birthday or whatever to be the most special memorable one. Last Christmas she had a Diamond I got from my great aunt when she died set into an emerald ring that my Mom had brought me from Jamaica a few years ago. It made the prettiest new ring. Now this year the new Holdie. God I am lucky to have such great parents!