I still have all the baby blankets that were made for me when I was a baby (I'm 32 next month), and I love them.
When I get sick I have my sick pillow (shaped like a lion someone made me as a baby) and my baby blankets, that I cuddle with. The BF thinks I'm a big baby, and makes fun of me, but I've caught him cuddling with MY blankets when he's not feeling good. According to him I'm a baby but they make him feel better, and it's just good medicine.
The blankets will be appreciated and loved for many, many years. Some day my babies will cuddle with the hideously colored (off white and florescent traffic cone orange) acrylic blankets that I love so much.