I am thankful for little miracles that happen in my life.
This past week I have been thinking about my Patriarchal Blessings. In fact a couple of days ago I started looking for it because I had not read it in a LONG time. I thought that it was in the front cover of my journal (which I don’t use very ofter). I have looked for my blessing before, but to no avail. Well the same was true this time. I found a couple of journals, but no Patriarchal Blessings inside the cover. I started wondering what I was going to have to do to get a copy of it from the church headquarters in Salt Lake City. I was not looking forward to this process.
On Friday I received a call from a neighbor saying that see looked up in the attic and saw that we had some stuff on her half of the attic. Our homes have a common center walls, but there is not wall in the attic. We have lived in this home for over 10 years. I think this is probably the first time she has been in attic. In fact, one day I opened the door to the attic and I saw daylight, a man was up on the roof taking the old shingles off the roof and replacing our neighbors side of the roof. He apologized for making such a mess on our stuff but said that our neighbor had told him that she did not have access to the attic so he did not need to worry about covering the attic up with plastic to minamize the mess. About a year or so after that we had a bunch of empty boxes (from computers, stero, pots and pans, and big stuff like that). Tom and I decided that we would just put the boxes over on her side. On Friday I received a call from our neighbor say that she had gone to put some stuff up in the attic, but saw that we had some stuff on her side and asked if we would move it.
So, you guessed it, on one of the coldest days in five years Tom and I were up on the attic breaking down those boxes and moving anything that we had put on her side.
While doing this, I opened one box just to see what was in it and there was an old journal of mine. And, just like I had remembered, there was a copy of my Patriarchal Blessing. Thank you Heavenly Father for opening the way for me to find this.
This also reminded me of another miracle that I had in the attic around Thanksgiving time. A couple of weeks prior to Thanksgiving Autumn had called and asked if I had any fabric from her “Cow Blanket” that I had made her when she was born. This was over five years ago. I did not remember seeing any of the fabric around and told her I didn’t think that I had any left. But on Thanksgiving week-end I was up in the attic doing some organizing and I decided to combine two smaller boxes of flannel into one bigger box, and there were the scraps from her cow blanket. I was so excited. Emily and I decided that I would just make up the small blanket and PJs for her doll and give them to her on Christmas.
Here she is opening her present and starting to get an idea of what it might be. 
Can it really be the cow fabric that Grandma said was all gone?
Autumn with her much loved and used cow blanket and baby Atticus (her doll) in the cow PJs and matching blanket.
Does Heavenly Father watch over me and bless me, YES!
That is so cool. Thanks for sharing. It is still hard for me to believe all the baby quilts that mom had made before she passed away. I have one put away to give to Jennie when she has a baby.
What great stories! The fabric story reminds me of the blanket that Grandma Ricks made for Ethan when he was born. He loved that blanket so much that he had literally loved it to pieces. Years later, and after Grandma had passed away, we went to her house to see if maybe she had more of the same fabric. Sitting there in her cupboard was the exact same blanket, already made. He still has it today. What a blessing!