Waking Up To a Hug

Now I can have a hug whenever I want, thanks to Zoey and Mummy.  I woke at 6:45am to an upset little girl, who soon transitioned into our room, who then proceeded to hand me a Father's Day present...a handmade hug.  The material is from June's sweatshirt and an old pair of shorts...the wing span is Zed's...the hands are a close approximation...



I'm probably a bit of a disaster of a father to buy a gift for, so making one was a fairly prudent idea.  I love it.  We still need to fill it with stuffing...to pillowfy it...or it could just serve as a scarf?  Regardless, it's my new favorite.