It sat in a memory box for two years. It was the blanket they wrapped my daughter in at the hospital, the same one every baby on the floor gets, there was nothing special about it except that it was hers. I couldn’t do anything with it, I couldn’t cut it, I couldn’t wash it, I was not throwing it away, obviously! I kept it in a memory box and every few months I would put something else in the box, a onesie I loved and wanted to save, her first footprint art project, her stat