Let me set the scene- there were at least 1000 people at the mall...lovey looks like a dirty old mop rag that needs to be thrown away...Henry dropped it somewhere along the way through the mall...we get home and it's time for nap...Henry wants his lovey of course...it's nowhere to be found...I WANTED TO PUKE!!!!
I am not sure if lovey means more to me or to Henry? I was literally in a welled up state all the way back to the mall. It was all I could think about. I just kept thinking that only another mother would know what this dirty, old looking rag is and it's true meaning to a child. Well, to make a long story shorter, I walked into JC Penny and there was lovey sitting on top of a wet floor sign. I literally gasped and everyone in the shopping line looked at me. I didn't care. I hugged lovey like it was my own child. Thank God we found lovey!!!
