This is my Puff. He was a gift from Santa when I was maybe 6 or 7, and one of the oldest objects I own. When I dug him out of my childhood closet at my parent’s house a few years ago, I was thrilled to discover that he was still relatively intact. He has been loved to pieces, and is missing an ear and a leg to show for it. My seedlings are interested in sewing, and so last year we endeavored to repair Puff. But the sateen fabric is so thin that those seams have again ripped. But that does not stop any of us from loving him. He lives on my oldest’s bed part time, and on my own bed for the rest. We take turns “filling Puff with love,” then trading that love back and forth for each other to sleep with. I adore him, even now. When I hug him, I am filled with the comforting feeling that only nostalgia and innocence can create. It is lovely to think about all that he has been through with me, and it is truly a gift to share something so special and important to me with my sons.