Return my lovey.....

Did you ever have a "lovey" as a child? You know - that special blanket or stuffed animal that always went to bed with you (and sometimes other places, too). Mine tended to vary with whichever stuffed animal was my favorite at the time - but even to this day I sleep holding a pillow. (Hubby is nice to hold, but not when sleeping - he is heavy and hot and moves! Pillows are soft and squishy.)

My son's lovey is a monkey named Anna. He named her himself when he was quite little. She has been lots of places with him - she even went with him when he has his adenoids removed when he was 5. She had her own hospital bracelet with her name on it and everything.

My daughter has gone thru 3 chenille teddy bears. The first, Teddy Bear Tom (named after a family friend), was given to her on her first birthday and she called him her "husband". She loved him until he fell apart (but we still have him put away for safe keeping, a good thing to do if you love your husband until he falls apart). His successor was Teddy Bear Tim (named after Bubba's friend and college roommate!). He lasted quite awhile, but one night she threw up on him and he had to go. There was no saving him. The last one is Trey - so named because he is the third. He still sits around in her room. BUT she also has this blanket - and yes, at 12 she still sleeps with it every night, but don't tell anyone! She has had it since she was a baby. I don't recall exactly how it came to be hers, but it used to be Bubba's. So its name is Bubba Blankie. Every time Bubba visits he pretends to try to take it back (well, maybe he's not pretending - I don't really know). But eventually he WILL get Bubba Blankie back, for it will be passed down to his baby one day. He better share.