Am I the only Mom who's asked to be buried with her kids "lovies?"
These threadbare, faded lumps represent some of the best times in my life...
Dear "Moo Cow." Bought for baby Sarah and untouched... Unexpectedly ADORED by baby Jack at first sight. Now ready to tear at the next beanbag type toss. Cataracts on his scratched up old eyes... I've wasted waaaay too much time searching for a duplicate. Alas, he's unique. We
have quite an assortment of cows now. None that are really played with except maybe, "Baby Moo." That one is better made, washable, replaceable and not the same.
Beloved "Pinkie Bear." A gift from an Aunt. So pink and bright sitting in the corner of Sarah's crib. So faded and grey now from 6years of limestone baths in our well water. Always up for fun and adventure, just like her little girl... Often mistaken for a pig, but never offended. Much like baby Sarah was often mistaken for a boy... No harm. Secure in loving arms, who really cares what strangers think? After many Ebay searches we did score a second, then third, pinkie... For a long long time that was a big secret lest the magic fade... But one was always
missing at bedtime , perhaps to be found later outside on a fence post... QUICK, get Pinkie #2 so sweet Sarah will sleep fast. By the time she figured out the scheme - one Pinkie sports bright pink stitches from mending - Sarah was thrilled to have "twins." Still, one stays in my room as a back-up. And is often tucked in with me by sweet Sarah when I'm not feeling well. She's MINE. xoxo