A Wave of Nostalgia

Not only are there orders from the Feast that I need to make, but remember how I said I only sew for family and very close friends?

When we gathered Sunday night for dinner, Lukas brought me this stuffy and asked if I would fix its ear that was hanging by only a few threads. "It's a favorite of mine," he confessed a bit sheepishly.

Of course I would fix that for him! I know he's had it since he was a preschooler and could tell that he was a little embarrassed that he still sleeps with a stuffy, but this Grammy just happens to have three of her favorite childhood stuffies tucked away in her closet.

Meet Ginger, Kitty, and Teddy.

These are the oldest things left from my childhood.

Henrietta, who I remember pulling around with me everywhere, is also in the closet with those stuffies.

After taking the pictures, a wave of nostalgia washed over me. I gently picked up Ginger (my favorite of the three) and cradled her close for a few moments. Just as I had as a very little girl. She felt so familiar, so right in my arms.

And that's when the tears began. Surprising, but then again, maybe not. My parents are gone, but these toys connect me back to my earliest days and memories.

Kitty and Teddy got hugs, too, before I carefully placed them back on the closet shelf, and Henrietta received a pat as I set her next to them.

And then I quietly closed the closet door.

I understand, Lukas. I understand.