Well, let's put it out on the table. Geen was my security blanket. It was made by my Grandma Jo (my mom's mom) and was called geen by me because it was green in color and I just skipped the R. It had little corners sewn in all around the blanket and it brought me lots of comfort. When I was sad as a little boy, I would stand in front of my mom with geen and that meant I wanted her to wrap me up and hold me.
Geen didn't go away. I kept geen around through my whole life. Growing up, Stephoin liked to take my blanket and cut it up, get it wet and then put it in the freezer, bury it, etc. It eventually became a gigantic rope tied together from pieces of geen shreds. It partied with me at college, NYC, etc until Caitlin and I got married. I put geen in a box and there is where it stays.
Well, Gram Pam has made her own version of geen for Max and gave it to him while she was in town before she left. Let's see...did he like it?
Uh, what do you think?
Yeah, Max likes geen two. A lot. Thanks mom.
