During the process of putting the room back together, I couldn't find my Raggedy. Raggedy was my lovie when I was little. I can't remember dragging her around, but I must have because she had several "major" surgeries. I remember asking my friend if she had seen her when we were rearranging. She said no. I was sick. I knew for sure that she had gone to St. Vinnie's and some guy took one look at her and threw her into the garbage because she was in a "too loved" state. Really I was sick.
She had been with me forever. I tried to convince myself that she was only a "thing". "Things" aren't important - memories are. Right...
This weekend we were going through yet more boxes in the basement. Cleaning out and making more piles to go to St. Vinnie's. I opened a box and shrieked, Kal came running wondering what was the matter.... I found her in a box.
 She's now on the bookshelf in our bedroom. I'm not going to loose her again. Her music box still works...Smile
She's now on the bookshelf in our bedroom. I'm not going to loose her again. Her music box still works...SmileDid you have a lovie as a child? Do you still have it?? I would really like to hear your story.
 









