because things change and she grows so fast.
Anjali's favorite pillow
From the very beginning of when she started noticing anything about her surroundings, Anjali has delighted in this pillow ~ a patchwork one made up of antique saris, a kind that you can get at most any store that carries clothing or trinkets from India. She actually squeals when she sees it. More than once I have used it in an effort to bring her happiness when she was crying. The white spots against the red were an early fascination. Now the little dark squares of dots on the pink triangles are scratched at and grabbed on.
I want to remember.
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