The Life of Jack
Nope, I'm not talking about our groomsman/minister this time. I'm talking about a stuffed bear oddly enough.
Jack was a Christmas present from Linzy. She got him for me at a time when I had recently gotten out of a long term relationship, was embracing being single for a while, and was trying to purge my life of things given to me by past boyfriends. When she asked what I wanted for Christmas, I told her that I wanted a stuffed animal that I'd be able to hang on to for a while.
She took her mission seriously, and went in search of the cutest, best, most cuddly stuffed animal. He is seriously the most comfortable stuffed animal - perfect for squeezing.
And yes, he still lives in our bed, although sometimes I think Maia thinks he's more hers than mine. It's pretty frequent that she wakes me up, asks to be let under the covers, and goes off in search of Jack, and will curl up and fall asleep next to him.
Recently, Tom has taken to placing Jack in a new position every morning after I've gone to work. He's been doing it for a while, but apparently I'm not the most observant person, so I only noticed recently. When I do notice, it always makes me laugh, and sometimes I take a picture. Other nights I'll be in bed about to fall asleep, and realize I never paid attention.
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