I have a confession....it's about an obsession. Not with rhyming but with giant pandas.
They are the cutest, most cuddly-looking creatures in the animal kingdom.
Now this love of mine has an early start. My oldest stuffed animal was a panda bear.
This panda bear was from my daddy. I was (and am) a daddy's girl.
When I was just a wee tot, probably 15-18 months old, my dad went to Texas.
I've never known why he went down there, but I know he brought me back my very first panda.
She's never had a permanent name, although she has been called "Brandi" numerous times.
Do you remember the show Kids Incorporated? There was a pretty girl called Brandi on there & I loved her. And I always wanted that to be my name....as much as I was a daddy's girl, I didn't like having a boy name - even his (I feel differently about this now).
I NEVER wanted my mom to wash her. I cried and cried until she came out. However, I also lost her in my pre-adolescent stage only to find her a few years later under our bunk bed. She went to college with me and into our first apartment as a married couple. Now I've passed her on to Moose where she sits in his pet net.
Over the years, I have accumulated many a pandas. I have small and large Beanie Baby pandas. I have a small paperweight covered with rabbit fur (I think). My sister made me a Build-a-Bear softball panda (named Brandy). My other sister painted a porcelain panda for me (also softball).
I'm sure I have other ones, I just can't think of them.
However, to this day, my favorite panda has always been my one from Texas.
From my daddy.
From my daddy.