The Cow is hideous. My mom rediscovered it one day when cleaning out her junk drawer and told me she was going to throw it away. I said, “No, mom, you can’t do that. It belonged to my Great Grandma.” She tried to convince me to take it but I didn’t want it either—it’s ugly after all. From that time forth we began hiding “The Cow” at each other’s houses. The Cow has been in mailboxes, on top of refrigerators, in refrigerators, between couch cushions… you get the picture.
Months later, my mom dropped Jeremy and I off at the airport for our trip to Europe. After we were out of the car and had our bags, she rolled down her car window and yelled, “Moo.” She then promptly drove away, laughing, I’m sure.
I opened my carry-on and sure enough, there was The Cow. I groaned, “Ugh, I don’t want to carry this stupid thing around for the next month.” But then something beautiful happened, an idea blossomed, and The Cow went to Europe.
The Cow has henceforth become a travel necessity, ranking alongside phone chargers and toiletries. In our own home, The Cow has progressed from being hidden in the darkest corners to showcased in our China Cabinet. No doubt, you’ll be seeing more of him.