Ahh, the passy.

In my task of sifting through weeks of unpacking i have discovered a family member that had been buried for ever.  BabyGirl's passy.  She had hidden it in my mother's jewelry box (appropriate) and had left it amidst the pearls, gold, and chains.  I recovered her and observed her with nothing but love and joyful memories.  What a sweet lovie for Babygirl.  She used to run around the house with no less than three or four on her person.  And then, one day, she met my friend Shannon's baby and decided she was done, and there was another baby who needed the passy much more.  Sweet, sweet girl.