tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509192092374418620.post8886648391201881410..comments2023-03-31T11:14:05.924-05:00Comments on Root Beer Love: Christmas PastAnnemariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06838300506083398565noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509192092374418620.post-18805061845769937522008-12-18T16:46:00.000-06:002008-12-18T16:46:00.000-06:00I definitely relate. I miss finding comfort throug...I definitely relate. I miss finding comfort through a stuffed animal to cuddle. And yes, now I have my husband to comfort and cuddle me, but there are times when even he can't bring me up and I have to find comfort within myself (we all go through those times). I guess it's the same as when I was a kid, where the love of that stuffed animal was really just a manifestation of my love and comfort for myself reflected through an object. It's just that it was so much easier when I was a kid and could convince myself the stuffed animal could solve my problems instead of being a grown up and realizing I must solve my own problems.<BR/><BR/>Anyway, I'm rambling at this point, but yes, I VERY much relate.Sarah Evehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02940221963155024422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509192092374418620.post-27365072829463252982008-12-16T07:51:00.000-06:002008-12-16T07:51:00.000-06:00I miss that too!I miss that too!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509192092374418620.post-89756877937186061952008-12-15T15:14:00.000-06:002008-12-15T15:14:00.000-06:00pretend is one of the best parts of being a mom --...pretend is one of the best parts of being a mom -- at least for me. it's fun to watch my kids pretend, and to encourage them to continue pretending. :)Karahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04374173466754640022noreply@blogger.com