To the person who found my purple mittens

and kept them:

I hope you love them as much as I did.

I loved those mittens so much that I bought a second pair when the first pair started to look ratty from too many winters of snow shoveling.

I loved the just right shade of purple and the softness of the polar fleece.  I especially loved the darker purple suede on the palm and the thumb that allowed me to keep a firm grip on the steering wheel.

But most of all I loved how warm and toasty my hands and fingers were inside my beloved purple mittens.  On the very coldest days I would slip on a thin pair of gloves and then pull on my mittens -- that was all it took to keep my hands warm in frigid conditions.  My purple mittens could handle whatever Old ManWinter could dish out.

I feel lost without my mittens.  It sounds stupid, but there's an empty feeling inside me that's almost like the feeling I've experienced when someone I love has died.  Yes, this loss has really hit me hard.

I have other mittens and gloves that I can wear, but none of them are as warm or bring me as much joy as the beautiful purple mittens that have been my favorites for over ten years.

I hope my mittens have found a home with someone who will wear them and love them as much as I did, but I really wish that their forever home was with me.