Angel told Ricky tonight:
Daddy, I wished that whenever you leave, I’d have a stuffed daddy. Like a stuffed animal, but it would look JUST like you.
And it would be warm when I snuggle up to it. Maybe it would have a sock thingy that could be warm in it or I could put it by the fireplace for a few minutes.
I’d dress it in different outfits, but his underwear would be sew’d.
And it would have a heart that when I squeeze it, it would say, “I love you, Angel.”
Chelan 