To my beloved and very favorite jeans I've ever owned,
Nearly 10 years ago, I purchased you on a whim while in Seattle. You were immediately my favorite. I wore you with boots and jackets when I wanted to dress you up a bit. I wore you when I wanted to be comfortable. I wore you on casual days at work. I wore you until you were perfectly broken in and frayed just a bit.
You were there for me when I wanted to feel good about myself. You were there for me on days that I needed a little more space. I never felt smothered or betrayed by you.
I have so many photos of me and you. I wore you when I visited my fertility doctor for the very first time and was so nervous I almost threw up. I wore you for months after finding out I was pregnant with Brianna. You were my last pair of "regular" jeans to be traded for maternity jeans. You were also the first pair of "regular" jeans that I tried on my awkward post-baby body after Brianna was born. I wore you to my 6-week postpartum check-up.
As our family continued to grow, you stayed with me. I wore you the first time I played in the snow with Brenson. You were with me when I took the twins to the doctor because Brecklyn had pneumonia.
More recently, you've been only casual jeans. You have become faded and threadbare in spots. You are frayed around the edges and torn at the hem. However, you're still the ones I turn to on a Saturday when I have errands to run and work to be done around the house. You pair perfectly with a comfy sweatshirt and my favorite tennis shoes.
I knew it would happen eventually, but I didn't anticipate it happening this soon. I wasn't ready to say good-bye when I slipped you on last Saturday to clean out the garage. But, I knew when I heard the rip that it was over. You ripped in a spot that meant I couldn't continue wearing you, and with each step I took you continued to tear.
It was a good run, but it has come to an end. I don't know how I'll ever replace you, but I do know that I'll forever cherish our memories.
XOXO favorite jeans.