Over the course of the past few years a special group who calls themselves the Blanket Ministry has made blankets, delivered them to me via one of Ivey’s fairy Godmothers to be passed on to special people who can give them to children, like Ivey, learning to make their way a dark world. The blankets provide security. They are very special blankets. Not only are they special to the children, they are special to everyone who touches them in the process of passing them on the children. I was rummaging through the bag counting the blankets, while on the phone arranging the last leg of their journey, when at the bottom of the bag was a book that I had lent Ivey’s Godmother awhile back– and I couldn’t help but catch my breath at the memory of the book. It almost startled me. It reminded me of a time, like many other memories, when we shook our heads in acceptance that this path with Ivey was set even before she was conceived. We just didn’t know it. And even though it is just a book th...