my husband’s tee shirt. for some reason, even if it is only in my head, i can still feel him and still smell him. my kids have now taken on this habit. at first, they wanted to wear one. but through the night, i would have to run in to their rooms because they had gotten tangled in the shirt.
they adore their daddy dolls (which i highly recommend) but there is just something about sleeping with those tee shirts. so, finally, i came up with an idea that produced squeaks, squeals, and happiness.
i cut up one of my husband’s shirts and one of his uniform jackets. i used fabric and 