He has been a beloved part of our family for nearly 9 years, since just before E. was born. The most loyal, loving, generous, and patient best friend a young boy could ever have. And until this past Wednesday he had been intact.
Upon picking up my son from his sleepover with a friend, E. broke down into my arms sobbing and handed me a half-chewed, one-eyed, and one-eared bear with the front of his face nearly falling off. Bear had become a chew toy for one of the dogs at his friend's house. I felt tears welling up in my own eyes. To see the deconstruction was almost too much to take. I had come to love this little inanimate (but very much alive in our hearts) bear as much as E.. But, I held it together and held my son, making promises I wasn't sure I could keep. I promised I would fix Bear. I promised I would make Bear better and that I would do it as soon as we got home. And I did. I added more stuffing and then managed to sew him back together one stitch at a time. The hole that was left where the eye use to be was about the size of a small egg. Well, as you can see, we found a proper solution for that, too.
After a good bath, Bear was ready to find E.'s arms again. It was a sweet, joyful reunion, and I can't tell you the happiness that filled my heart to be able to see them together again, intact and recovering. Abundance has returned :).
May your weekend be filled with friendship, love, peace, and light...
|E. and Bear at 4 years old.|