My Dearest Blue Pajama Pants,
It saddens to me to write this to you, but I fear it is time we part ways. Lately, you appear to be unwinding at the seams, frazzled and weak. I have worn you thin and despite your best efforts, you can no longer provide for me the way you once did.
Indeed, we have been through it all together. I remember when we first met that glorious night in the hospital. I had just given birth to my daughter and was desperate to get out of that dreadful hospital gown. My mother presented you to me, neatly folded and wrapped in soft white tissue paper, nestled inside a colorful bag. From that day forward, I knew we would be close. I just felt it.
We shared countless nights walking the floor with babies, innumerable mornings spent coffee clutching. You always stuck around for the clean-up too. Remember that one time we painted the house? It was late; we waited until after the kids went to bed. My husband rolled a stripe of sage green paint on you, right on the back. You thought you were finished then, but I still wore you proudly. All the mornings we spent together on the bus stop, it never not once bothered me to be seen with you.
Oh, but now, my old friend, you have gone grey and lost color in places, you’ve lost your elasticity, and the holes are spreading. I’m afraid there is not much more you will be able to endure. They say maybe one more washing. So before it comes down to you completely unraveling, I will leave you now, as you still have your shape and your dignity. When I look back at photographs of us together, fond memories and my adoration for you will fill me.
Blue pajama pants: it is time for me to say goodbye. There will never be another quite like you. I will deeply miss you.
Your devoted friend.