Life has been somewhat frustrating lately, to say the least. However, in the midst of these difficult times, God has blessed me with many precious, sweet moments like this:
Wallace has a beloved Teddy. He drags it everywhere and sleeps with it every night. William never really clung to anything that way until last April when the hospital gave him a stuffed "Woody" doll. I really don't know what made him fall in love with that particular item because he knows nothing of the whole "Toy Story" thing, but, nonetheless, it became his particular special item. One day last week, Wallace's special Teddy went missing. We looked everywhere for it. Finally Wallace announced that Ron (our Great Dane) had eaten his Teddy. While I doubted the truth of this (even though Ron eats everything else under the sun and nothing is sacred to him), there was a sufficient lack of evidence to prove the case. However, Wallace seemed convinced. So as bedtime approached, the face grew forlorn. As Michael and I gathered to sing and pray with the boys, Wallace asked again for his Teddy. Not having it, I asked William if he would be willing to let Wallace sleep with something from his bed. You see, William sleeps with a stuffed dog and a stuffed bear at the foot of his bed, but Woody has a special place right beside him. I figured that Wallace would be happy with William's bear for the night and we could continue the search for his the next day. Sounds reasonable, right? Well, as William was crawling over to his bed to get a toy for Wallace, Wallace said, "I want Woody." William didn't miss a beat. He picked up the beloved doll, crawled straight over to Wallace, handed it to him, and patted him on the back, as if to comfort him. Wallace promptly responded with, "Thank you, William," in his tiny, 2-year-old voice. Michael and I both teared up as we cuddled these two precious children, so unselfish, so considerate of the other, so sweet and tender. We often watch special moments where Wallace "takes care" of William, though he is the younger brother. He is very protective and conscientious of William.
Life is precious, life is special. Life is difficult, life is hard. We must take the time to recognize the meaningful things that happen on a daily basis. And this moment was a much needed reminder to Michael and me that "it's all good."
When my heart is overwhelmed; lead me to the rock that is higher than I. Psalm 61:2
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