His fur
is matted from the overzealous chomps of a teething baby, from the tight grips
of a nervous toddler, afraid to enter the classroom without mom, and from catching
tears that rolled off the soft cheeks that snuggled him after a big fall, a
frustrating misunderstanding, or a temporarily little broken heart.
Even when he remained IN the backpack, in a monumental step toward confidence, he bestowed courage.
Even when he remained IN the backpack, in a monumental step toward confidence, he bestowed courage.
His deflated limbs
have stretched and hang heavy by his sides. They have been dragged from the
room to room on midnight jaunts to mom's nest, dangled from backpacks and
sleepy little hands on the edge of sleep, hung over the car seat on long road
trips, swung wildly in circles during living room dance parties, and tossed
high in the sky performing amazing acrobatic feats.
His one
yellowed eye shows signs of aging and although he is seen as invincible,
suggests vulnerability.
He has
seen the world...or at least Wisconsin, Florida, the Crazy J Ranch, Nanni's
cottage, and the Bahamas.
He's been
present for the good news and provided comfort through the worst. He
knows all, and is loved every bit as much as the first day he joined our family
- more, really.
He has
been a trusted bed buddy for 2,205 nights...and counting. And when his days in
the snug bed of the little boy who calls him a friend are over, he's already
been entrusted to that boy's future children.
He is a stuffed toy, but so much more than that.
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