Each morning for about two weeks now I go into Jessica's room, while she is eating breakfast, with the intention of making her bed. I know, I know you are all thinking: she should be making her own bed, but that is not what this is about. Save your lectures.
I walk into her room and get stopped short and a smile creeps over my face. This is what she has been doing for a while now. She takes her most prize possession, the item she says she would be sure to get if there were a fire and tucks it in safe and warm for the day.
This is Casey. I don't have the heart to pull Casey outta bed in order to complete my task. Maybe I have issues with personification, I don't know. I just know that I walk away with a little grin at how much that girl loves that little dog and in her 8 year old heart that pup is as alive as can be. I love Jessica's heart of gold towards all creatures alive and stuffed! I guess there is a part of me too that loves Casey for taking care of my little girl through the night, keeping her secrets and wiping away a few tears over the years.
I am sure there will come a day (way too soon) that Casey may end up under the bed or in the closet forgotten by the little girl that is all grown up now, so for now I am going to just forget about making the bed and just enjoy seeing my little girl be a little girl.

