Whiskey Willow just celebrated her very first birthday, and Rich sent her the most thoughtful gift. He had a blanket custom made just for her, with her sweet face and her name right on it. And it’s not just adorable. It’s SO soft. Like, dangerously soft. Which brings me to a small confession. I may have already claimed it for myself. Just for a minute. Or twenty. I mean, I have my own blanket, but hers is somehow softer? Don’t worry though, Whiskey is winning in the end. She now has MY blanket AND hers, sprawled out like the little queen she is. Zero regrets. Absolutely no guilt. She’s not…