So Bob would probably not be super happy for me to share this info, but oh well. He'll live.
He has a pillow that he's had since, uh, birth. It's been restuffed, restitched, and remolded several times over the years by his Mother. It's always lived in the same pillow case and he's always slept with it in his bed, except for when he's working or deployed.
"She" is lovingly called (by me), SnuggleBitch. He totally cuddles with her instead of me, which is okay because I don't love to be snuggled up on while I'm sleeping. I pretend to hate her. When he's home. However, when he's gone, she becomes MY SnuggleBitch, and I love her.
Between her and his t-shirt blanket, I can almost pretend there is body taking up half our bed. It's working until I can purchase this, which will be asap.
