On my 29th birthday eve eve I am posting about a stuffed friend. No judgement, this thing has been my buddy when I was feeling down forever. Often when I needed to cry I would grab pillow people and hop in my toy box which was in my closet and close the door and SOB. Things aren't much different at 28. Except I opt for my bed probably because I don't have a toy box anymore. Yesterday was just one of those days I came home grabbed my pillow people and cried. I feel better now I am just posting about this so I can remind myself that bad days happen and they really aren't that bad, I am still really blessed in life.
When I was little Mom had one of these to put out every Christmas. I remember her tossing it out having fixed its hot glue after every warm summer in the shed, she wasn't particularly attached to it but I was. Having collected enough baby food jars (finally) I put it together this weekend! Looks just like I remember it and now it is sitting in my closet awaiting its debut next weekend!
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