Pillow and randomness

Hello from random blog world. I have been up a lot at night recently. The usual, worries and the yell for water for need for a snuggle. It is these times I do my best thinking and praying. This was a simple thing that hit me last night. Literally, 3AM, large feather pillow hit me. Hootie drags everything his little hands will hold to my bed when he crawls in it in the middle of the night. I just scoot over and make room for stuffed dinosaurs, horses, rice pillows, blankets, teddy bears and so on. Last night he brought the huge feather pillow from his bed. As I am laying with him snuggled just close enough to touch him but not breathe on him (that's the biggest Brady Ward pet peeve of all time) I notice the pillow protruding from its case. It's a blue and white stripped material with patches all over it. I begin to think back...far far back.... When I was in high school and did a lot of house switching, my Nana gave me one of her pillows. Not any pillow, but a piece of Heaven right under your head. It smells sweet and forms right to your head. This pillow was with me when I had my tonsils out (death!!!) when I had more surgeries, I remember sleeping on it the night I lost my baby, I slept on it the night I tumbled with contractions before Charlie's birth, the day I gave birth to him...and then Brady. I nursed both of my boys on it. Both of them slept on it right between me and Jamie when they came home from the hospital. I loved that pillow. When Brady started sleeping in his bed, well, for a few hours a night. I gave it to him, and it really has helped him sleep better. My Nana told me about this pillow once. It is filled with real rooster feathers. She made it herself when she married my grandfather. Every now and again I find one or two scattered on the floor from a battle of some sort. I smile every time and imagine what life was like when it was being stuffed into the case.

I'm a sentimental nut. My sister had tried to condition me, but I have accepted it and moved on. I am glad my sweet Hootie snuggles this pillow. I steal it away on occasion, but I love the memories it holds. Just wanted to write them down. My memory is filled up daily with new sweet memories. I just don't want any to be pushed out.