This little monkey named Marlin has been with my daughter since she was born – 11 years.
He’s traveled on road trips up New England and through the Midwest, to Mexico, Puerto Rico, California, Colorado, Florida, Michigan, overnight camp, France, Italy, Disneyland (where he actually rode on rides tucked safely in my daughter’s jacket), and Disney World, and a few weeks ago to Canada where he enjoyed Niagara Falls.
It’s strange how a little stuffed animal can become a member of the family. But, there he is, stuffing sagging, a bit deflated, his fur matted down and his sewn-on mouth long gone. And yet no family journey would be complete without him.