It's my constant companion when out and about. It's been in our lives since Apple-Apple was an infant; that's longer than we've had our car or our house. I fill it with children, school bags, groceries, library books, cookie crumbs. It goes uphill and down, through rain and snow and sun, and requires nothing more than a jolly stride to operate. Someone took it off of our front porch in broad daylight this evening. It feels like someone's stolen a part of our family's history. That sounds silly ... but those were our fresh cookie crumbs someone walked off with, and they won't mean a thing to whoever's taken it and is hawking it online right about now.
Thanks to our friends for their instant offers of stroller loans, especially to one who walked over a stroller less than an hour after we discovered ours was missing. I'm getting a little teary right now.