He sits, head bent over an aging teddy bear in desperate need of first aid.  Needle in hand, he is lovingly stitching each wound…

She sees him, and says, as little sisters will:  “why?  You should just put it in a yard sale.  You could make money and buy a new one!”

He smiles, and says, much more patiently than I would’ve thought he could:  “Maybe someday, if God doesn’t call me to be a priest, I might have children.  I think they’d like this…”

Note to self:  do not ever, ever, put the teddy bear with the worn brown fur, two legs stitched on with white thread, plaid ears and the torn bow in the yard sale or thrift store pile…

Ever…

Blessings,