04/18/2026
I may drive my 16-year-old absolutely crazy by sneaking around with her favorite stuffy, but honestly… it’s never really about the stuffy. It’s about the laughs, the eye rolls, and those little moments we’ll both remember someday.
These are the memories that stick—the random jokes, the harmless “harassment,” the moments where she can’t help but laugh even when she’s pretending to be annoyed. Time moves fast, and I know these days won’t last forever.
So yeah, I’ll keep hiding it, moving it, and messing with her just a little longer… because one day, we’ll both look back and realize it was never about the toy—it was about us 💙