humility

I have the most comfortable blanket.

I almost threw it out a couple weeks ago, 

but I am glad I didn't 

I turn on the air conditioner in summer so I can still use it. 

I am afraid to let it go. 

I told it goodbye before I left for work this morning. 

In my heart I knew I'd miss it. 

Felt bad for leaving it behind. 

Still I closed the door and went to work.

I thought about it on my commute to the office

so soft, sincere, so quiet 

qualities I treasure in that which comforts me. 

It will be the last thing I feel as I drift off to sleep tonight

It will be the first thing I smell, when I wake in the morning.

It will always be there, just waiting

never needing or requiring or considering 

just comforting just existing to keep me warm

and to make sure my resting is better with it 

than it is without it. 

Tonight I spilled beer and cracker crumbs 

right across its spread. 

No judgement, it still held me 

and was fluffy and warm. 

I should learn to be more like my comforter...

who would of thought I would learn humility from a blanket.