Friday, October 2, 2015

What Love Is - A Lesson From a Stuffie

The form of love.

When I was about three I got this really fluffy white bunny for Easter. I LOVED that bunny and carried it around everywhere and slept with it each night. Every so often, Mom would wash it and hang it up by the ears on the clothes line. A few years ago Dad found it tidying up my old room and mailed it to me. It has almost NO hair, no eyes, no whiskers. I didn't even notice - it was still my favorite bunny and I never stopped loving it as much as I did the first day I got it. I'm so very blessed to have a husband that feels that way about me (I still have my hair but my stuffing has shifted)


  1. That is so awesome!
    I hope to have the same with my husband when my stuffie wears out!

    1. I am very lucky - he's 24 years younger than I, and he doesn't care if there's a wrinkle or a grey hair, he thinks I'm beautiful. (plus he things uber skinny women are "like hugging a bag of antlers". Bonus Points!)

  2. OMG, that is sooooo cool! My Mom saved my 'moo-moo' (my white satin blankie from when I was a toddler!) Problem was, I was like Linus and wouldn't let go of it. My Mom's solution? Cut a few inches off of it every few weeks or so, and say it SHRUNK in the dryer! It's the size of a large washcloth! Yeah, I was a smart kid..didn't buy it then and told her so! lol
    Anyhow, your bunny made me think of that! Love it!
    Ruby's Ma ♥

  3. Hari Om
    My darling old stuffy Bonzo the bear met his end before my departure to India... 50+ years of luvin had ensured plenty of lost stuffing, eyelessness and hairlessness also.... There is no devotion like that of the childhood confidante! YAM xx

  4. Chester's mom here. When I was little I had a toy Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer that played the song when wound up. He was with me constantly until one day after packing boxes of outgrown clothes for our church to give away. I was heartbroken to say the least. Fast forward many years and I stumbled across an almost identical Rudolph in a store while shopping with my daughters who were in grades 5 and two at the time. I held the Rudolph (they say I hugged him to my chest) and told them the story of how I lost mine. Those two sweethearts pooled their allowance and got my best friend to pick up the toy and gave it to me for Christmas that year. I hope I never lose him as that memory of their kindness is so precious. My girls are 18 and 15 now.

  5. I still have my monkey, the friend who dried so much childhood tears :o) and he still looks the same... and me... well... not so much :o)


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