She was a beautiful and sweet child. She had a huge stuffed frog passed down from her mom and was never without him. I think it may have attended a few soccer games around five years of her age. Even then she had a peachy pink blanket that was a constant companion. Her tiny fingers caressed it from birth, easing tensions as she fell to sleep.
Now it is still present at her bedside, frayed and stringy from overuse and many washings. It is ten years old and shows the wear and tear of loving fingers.