My original idea for today is going to take longer than I anticipated. It will be posted at a later date.
So, I gave myself 10 minutes to come up with a new idea and 15 minutes to write it.
I decided to write a letter to my favorite teddy bear.
Dear Boofer,
I found you on my bed Christmas morning when I was two years old. I don’t know how I came up with your name. Do you know?
From that first moment, I loved you (I think.)
I have pictures of me wearing pink footie pajamas and hugging you with a great big smile on my face. We were almost the same size back then.
You were with me throughout my childhood. Always in my bed or somewhere in my bedroom, safe and sound. At night, I hugged you tight. Even when I had other stuffed animals and dolls in bed with us, I always held you closest.
You even had a girlfriend once! Remember Bloomer? I always made sure that she was on the other side of you at night. Whatever happened to her?
We used to have conversations together with me speaking in my voice and then in yours. Your voice was much deeper than mine and it always made me yawn.
When I would play school (with me as the teacher and all my other toys as students) you were always my star pupil. You knew all the right answers!
I read stories to you and you listened so well.
You absorbed so many of my tears. If you had tears, I would have absorbed them for you.
Even as I got older, I still held on to you. Life threw me some curveballs, but you were there to help me so I didn’t get knocked out.
I swear I could see emotions in your eyes. When I was sad, you looked sad, too. If I forgot you at home while I stayed over a friend’s house, you looked decidedly angry when I got back.
When we moved in with Nana, Pepper tore your left arm open. I was so mad at him! Your arm is better now… kinda. I stitched it up myself, but you lost some stuffing. It’s a bit limp now.
Where your ribbon was, I can see a strip of fur almost as clean and fluffy as the day we met. You’re now stained and nubby, but you don’t mind, do you? It just shows that there was once a little girl who couldn’t bear to be without you (no pun intended.)
Now, here we are, 1,000 miles apart. I still miss you sometimes; when I go to bed at night, or when I need someone to absorb my tears. Please don’t think I abandoned you. You’re safe at Momma’s house. We’ll be together again soon.
All my love,
Anastasia
P.S. Do you remember when I gave you a bath? I was afraid to put you in the washing machine, so I washed you in the bathtub as if you were my child. Then I hung you up by your feet to dry. Those nights while you were drying, I had trouble falling asleep. I have trouble falling asleep now.
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