Love

Ruined

My daughter, Ella, when she was little, asked me one morning on the way home from school, “Why do stuffed animals get ruined the more you love them?” And when she asked me this I couldn’t help but think of the stuffed animal in question. She was holding up Gracie’s favorite stuffed animal—her  sock monkey named Jer-Jer. When Gracie was little, this monkey accompanied her everywhere and was rarely out of her embrace. And he looked it. His arms have…