Where do I begin?
A few weeks prior to finding out we were having a baby boy, Lizzie mentioned Wallace. I dismissed it thinking I misunderstood what she was really trying to say, but after she started referring to Wallace more frequently, I realized just who Wallace was.
Wallace was not only Lizzie's new friend but he was her imaginary friend. Now, as for what he is, I'm not sure. He is small enough to fit in the palm of her hand and spends most of his time in her pocket. And the coat closet as of lately. He comes out to play whenever she feels the need for a little company. She takes very good care of him and he, in turn, keeps her company when unfortunately, mom is unavailable to do so.
Honestly, I have grown to love and appreciate Wallace for the friend he has been to her. Lizzie adores Wallace. He is her most cherished friend.
I have often considered Wallace to be more than just Lizzie's imaginary friend, but maybe...just maybe, he was once a friend before and maybe...just maybe, her friend will be joining her again soon.
Wallace pulling faces