Tuesday, December 4, 2012

When I was 8 years old, my aunt gave me a pink,stuffed puppy that I promptly named Pinky. She was my right hand. I took her everywhere. I forgot her in a hotel room once, we had to turn around after an hour on the road to go save her. We even had matching nightgowns. She was my best friend because everynight she kept me safe and fought off the baddies. In my mind she was fearless, brave and my protector. I slept with her till I was 24. She may have just been cloth and thread, but she was my superhero. I saw this picture and it made me cry, thinking about Pinky, my stuffed savior.

So it's been a good 7 months since I touched this blog. My life had a major job shift, a housing move and various other curveballs thrown at it. While it might be a few more weeks before I get back on this horse, I promise I will be back. Hopefully on a daily basis. I have really been missing this,it's sort of my therapy. Talk to you soon! -Jess