Every time I say goodbye to a Rock Buddy from RB HQ (my dining room), I wonder where they end up living. Are they put on a shelf? In a child’s room on her dresser? On an office desk next to a plant?
Like this girl, Bella Raelynne. Where are you today, Bella Raelynne? I can’t even remember which state you were sent to. Pennsylvania? Illinois? Kentucky?
My Rock Buddy, Gibson, is kept on my bookshelf by a copy of one of my favorite books, The Secret Garden.
My parents, whom were each gifted a Rock Buddy at Christmastime, keep theirs in the kitchen. One day, as mom, dad, and I were playing cards, I noticed the two little buds hanging out, watching us. Look at the way she's looking at him. How sweet.