Moving Miracle

Out of all of our children, Isaac is the only one who has his stuff. You know the stuff that a kid can barely live without? Nearly since he was born, he has had a Dalmatian he calls "Small doggy" and a Blue Bear that he calls, well, "Blue Bear."

During our first week in America, we stopped by a local Goodwill. I had screwed up on packing and only had four t-shirts for the boys with no washing machine. All those long-sleeved shirts they had worn in the Azores were in no way appropriate for the heat of summer here in the South. 

Wanting a cheap and quick option for additional t-shirts, we stopped in. 

On our way out the door, there was a bin of stuffed animals. As I was walking by, I spotted a baby version of his "Blue Bear." To say that I got visibly giddy would be an understatement. I was nearly jumping up and down. I grabbed the bear and held it up for Isaac. JB's jaw dropped. I was grinning from ear to ear.

The look on Isaac's face is one I cannot ever put into words. I asked JB how he would describe that moment and he said, "Honestly, it was probably the happiest I have ever seen Isaac." The last time I remember seeing him in that "realm" was when he first met Mickey Mouse at Disney World when he was two. Isaac is very reserved and not one to wear his emotions on his sleeve. He, literally, could not stop grinning. He was so happy it was oozing off of him.

The bear was fifty cents. I would have paid fifty bucks for it I think. I would have paid whatever they asked of me to give that little bear to my boy.

Needless to say, "Baby Blue Bear" is now included in Isaac's stuff. 

It will be a memory I have always.