My Dear Bootham Page

And Bootham has been watching over me the whole time. Do you have a Bootham in your life? Something worn, quiet, and impossibly dear? Tell me about them in the comments. I’d love to know.

Looking at my dear Bootham tonight, I felt something I rarely allow myself to feel: tenderness without irony. my dear bootham

So tonight, I’ll tighten his loose button eye. I’ll dust him off. And I’ll put him back on the shelf—not as a decoration, but as a reminder. And Bootham has been watching over me the whole time

Some love doesn’t need to be understood. It just needs to be witnessed. Tell me about them in the comments

I’ve had Bootham for over twenty years.

Looking at him now, as an adult, I realize something strange.

There’s a certain kind of peace that comes late in the evening, when the world finally shuts its mouth and all that’s left is the soft hum of the refrigerator and the weight of your own thoughts. Tonight, I found myself sitting on the floor, cross-legged, just… looking at my dear Bootham.