18 : perfect gifts

Sometimes you wind up with an odd gift from a loved one. Something you know is headed to the back of the closet or straight to the Goodwill. Other times, you get something that is absolutely perfect for you.

While it isn't easy to admit, I'm a worrier. Like sick to my stomach, worry. Not about everything thankfully. But my over-working mind has a tendency to do just that, over work. So on Christmas when I unwrapped this little gem I couldn't help but smirk. A worry doll. A huge one (by comparative standards). My mom knows me oh-so-well (most of the time).

And while I hope I don't have to use her (much), she serves as a reminder that sometimes you just have to go with the flow.