a picture of something you've had for a very long time
~Erin’s beinggggg a sentimental messssssss crying all over herselffffff~
(you kind of have to hear my voice to understand that. because i made up a little song for when i get sappy. which is always.)
anyway. the blanket is older than i am. my grandmother made it for me before i was born, and i have never been without it. i have gone through periods where i’ve slept with it and where i’ve kept it packed away in my closet or dresser. but it’s always been there. my entire life. ever since my grandmother died five years ago, it’s been in my bed with me though.
the bear is one of the teddy bears that my great-uncle gave me. my very first memory (which is saying a lot because i have a terrible memory and remember little before the age of 10) is from when i was 3 and sitting on his lap and him giving me that bear. he died soon after. i keep the bear on a shelf in my bedroom, but i sleep with it sometimes when i really need to. (you can tell by how smushed he is that i slept with him pretty much nonstop as a kid.)