where my jelly go?

When I was in the hospital delivering Magnolia I was brought a gift from my mother-in-law's friend (Hi KE!), a Jellycat Bashfull Bunny.  I cuddled with it while I waited on my little one not knowing this would be THE toy of my daughter's childhood.  Her "transitional object."  Her go-to cry buddy.  It's name is Jelly.  He (she?) goes where she goes.  He helps calm storms and makes new places feel a bit more like home.  I'm thankful for this little stuffed animal.  She loves it so!  Little brother had one in the delivery room too - a bear!  We also have a few other animals in our herd, but none quite compare to Jelly the original.  (This is not sponsored post -- I just super love these stuffed animals.)

I debated including the picture of M crying.  I don't want to embarrass her.  But I decided that I want her to know that if she reads this when she is older that there are no shame in tears.  I also want memory of more than just the happy posed smiles.  Real life.  Tears included.  Especially when they are shared with a stuffed bunny that she loves so much!  I also love this picture because it reminds me of my favorite stuffed toy when I was her age.  Oh! How I would chew on Ernie's nose during my most urgent of cry fests!

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M's Outfit c/o FabKids