This weekend, my husband and I traveled down to NJ where we helped our child move. As we were packing things up, we came by this:
I made this pillow when our child was very young. My husband traveled a lot for work and the kids would miss him dearly so I created from an old pair of his jeans this pillow as a way to keep Daddy close.
I can’t tell you what it means as a parent to see that your grown children still hold onto such mementos.
What is something that brings you comfort?
Or what have you given in hopes that someone else would find comfort?
Wandering and Wondering 