(Illustration) When we are given that special gift as a child (or adult), we just don’t want to let it go. We carry it around wherever we go. Carrie, my oldest daughter, had a little yellow doll she called “Honey Doll”. That poor little thing was like the velveteen rabbit, all worn and torn up - I don’t know how many times we lost it and had to retrace where we were until we found it - it was used by our german shepherd as a toy, run over by at least one car, washed and dried and sewed together a couple times. Carrie and Honey Doll were inseparable. During the times it was gone, like any good parent, we would try to make it right by getting a brand new one......but that wouldn’t do .............I don’t want a new one, I want Honey Doll - fixed.
