When I was little I had an addiction to stuffed animals. I had 30-40 (maybe more) that I kept in the corner of my room, arranged carefully. Then, there were the "special" ones that actually sat on my bed--about 15 that I lined up from tallest to smallest. Yes, I was a somewhat overly organized child. I even had a birthday party one year where my best friend and I brought out all of our teddy bears (which was quite a passel) and pretended like they were guests, too.
Although I have outgrown most of my stuffed animals, I still keep two that I've had since before I can remember. My siblings and friends tease me about my bear and rabbit (yes, the brown one is a bear, not a mole): Snuffy and Matilda.
I know they are old, worn, dirty, and altogether not terribly nice looking. Still, they retain a place of prominence on my bed and I sleep with them every night. Call it habit; call it a security blanket of sorts; I just really like them. They're cute, snuggly, and comfortable. I have held them many times to cry, have thrown them at siblings who were being annoying, and have been comforted after a nightmare by their presence. I know they are simple and childish, and I'm okay with that.
I'm sure the day will come that I do not snuggle with them every night. But, I hope that someday I'll be able to hand Snuffy to my son who just had a nightmare, or I'll make Matilda's ears wiggle for my daughter like my brother always did for me when I was sad.
It's amazing how the simple things in life bring us joy.