Growing up I had a favorite doll, my Grandma O made her for me, her name was Annie. Little Orphan Annie. I loved that story and my parents took me to a dinner theater to see it live. I also had a bear that I loved more than anything - my cousin Curt helped me name him. His name was Ted E. Bear. My Grandma also gave me Ted.
I loved Annie so much she became a mess, my Grandma even made me her dog, Sandy. Because Annie became quite the situation, my Grandma made me a new Annie doll, but I didn't love the new Annie doll near as much and she is still in mint condition. I loved the original Annie doll, she had personality and had been with me through thick and thin as a child... it didn't matter that her once perfectly placed yarn hair was falling out or that I tried to iron her face and she had a permanent iron scar on her forehead. Why did I try to iron her face??? I wonder where Annie is now. I know my parents would never get rid of her or Ted for that matter. They must be in the attic and the next time I'm home I will find them and bring them back into my life.
I thought of Annie this morning. Yesterday was a very cold and grey day and I don't do well when the sun is missing. I'm like a sunflower. When the sun is out I'm as perky as can be, when it's missing, my leaves face down and I'm missing complete function - I don't know what my purpose is without the sun. Like Annie said, "the sun will come out, tomorrow, bet you bottom dollar that tomorrow, they'll be sun." Of course Annie was right. Blue skies and sparkling sun is shining today. Leapin' lizards!