Rocko- Emily's glass baby.
Anyone who has met Emily Elizabeth has been in the presence of Rocko at one time or another, whether you realize it or not. To you, this small glass baby might look like a 1970's paperweight- but to her he is two and a half pounds of pure joy.................unless he is dropped on a toe, which has happened. Or unless your two year old brother is chasing you with him, which has also happened. But most typically he is nestled safe in Emily's arms.
Any time this little girl packs a purse, suit case or toy bag- Rocko is in there. She frequently sleeps with him. Rocko went to Niagara Falls on vacation with us. He is a well traveled, very loved glass baby.
We do own toys though. We even own plastic babies- but they do not hold a candle to Rocko. I bet her great grandpa had no idea when he gave it to her that it would become one of her most precious treasures. In fact, I had to wonder what in the heck he was thinking giving a heavy ball of glass to a then 3 year old. But this little bubble of pastel flower filled glass is much more to Emily than I suppose I had even realized, until last week when I heard her in her room wisper to him "Rocko, my little glass baby".
With any hope at all Rocko will survive Sam, and Emily for that matter, and possibly someday return to it's original purpose- a paper weight. But I'm sure he will always remain Rocko- the glass baby.