And I found a little pink bow. It looked familiar. There was glue on the back of it. I vaguely remembered a nurse gluing a bow to Charlie's head while she was in the NICU. So I hunted down a picture of her with the bow in her hair. It matches! I don't know how this bow survived the trip home and 3 moves in 4 years. Oh well. I'm going to keep it in a safe place now. A friend suggested adding it to a scrap book. I've never been good at scrap booking, but I also found a box full of scrap book supplies from way back when I thought it looked like fun. Maybe I will try my hand at it again.