I sit down in my ugly, vintage, but very comfortable reclining rocker and look up to see Pooh staring at me. I miss the days of finding one of our toddlers sleeping on the floor bent over his soft form. I miss seeing our young children setting him up in poses or taking him on adventures. Our preteens and teens napped on the couch using our buddy Pooh as a pillow. Sometimes he was a rocket launched at a sibling. I miss the games of "toss the Pooh" and the many Pooh puns too.
He always makes me smile because of the memories attached to him. He and I have quiet times in the den together now. We've never had those before. I often think through the precious memories. In the stillness and quietness I lift praises for them. God is so very good!
