First, we need a little mood music. And whenever I think about our missing friend, this song runs through my mind...when I was a kid, we had this song on a record and I used to listen to it all the time:
You don't have to watch the video...just let the music play as you read through this and look at the pictures.
When I was pregnant with my first child, my sister-in-law gave me a stack of baby blankets. Among them, I had a favorite. It was large and white with little footprints stamped in blue, pink, green and yellow. And it was very, very soft. I wrapped both kids in it but it was the Boy who decided it was his. One day, before he was talking all that much, he called it his "Mee Mee" and that name stuck. That poor blanket has had more things dumped and dripped on it but trying to wash it takes a virtual act of Congress. The Boy can't seem to let it go. Anytime he feels the least bit pouty, he hunts down Mee Mee and snuggles up.
You know where this is going, don't you?
Remember how the Boy had an appointment with the eye doctor? Well, that was the last time we saw the Mee Mee. I've called the doctor's office - twice - but they don't have it. Mee Mee is lost! The Boy has moved on and adopted an unfinished blanket with a similar pattern that I was attempting to crochet but he doesn't need it as much as the Mee Mee. Maybe I'm the one that's not ready to let go...
So let's a walk down memory lane and see the Mee Mee as the Boy's constant companion:
We miss you, Mee Mee! Please come home...