My Lovey

Sometimes we all need comfort. And my comfort item when I was a child was my stuffed dog, Mr. Wrinkles, that I hugged when I was sad and threw across the room when I was angry. Mr. Wrinkles knows more secrets and feelings of mine from my childhood than most people I know. He was my lovey, and he still resides on the top of my dresser...just in case.

But now I have another lovey--my boyfriend. When I have news, good or bad, he is the first one I tell. He always knows what to say, or not to say, to make me feel better. Sometimes just his touch--rubbing my back, holding my hand or fixing my hair--is enough to make me all feel better. Other times just him looking into my eyes and smiling sends happy thoughts and comfort through my body. He knows what to do to talk me out of bad moods and knows exactly what to say or do to make me laugh. And often times just knowing that I have him and he is mine puts things in a different perspective. I have been less stressed at work and don't let the little things bother me as much as they used to before he was in my life.

His love gets me through life's good times and bad. Our love for each other is my new lovey. It's comforting. :)