T received a beautiful blessing yesterday. She was blessed with health to be an example to her family and friends, that she'd be married in the temple, and many others.
I was careful not to put the blessing dress on T that I'd made for her while I was pregnant until the very last moment we walked out the door for fear she would spit up on it. The moment I slipped it over her head, before her arms were in the holes... BLAH!... right on the front.
I don't know if I can wash this thing. It's homemade by a woman who has never sewed anything. I fear the seams will fall out.
