saved by the teddy bear

dad was on the phone, talking right outside her bedroom door. he thought she was asleep.

she wasn’t. she called. i ran in. moonlight shone through the curtains. her face was flushed; hair matted from tossing back and forth. her blue eyes begged mine to listen.

“i’m so tired,” she said, then made some little noises while her head continued to toss. i became worried. if this continued, tomorrow would be a fuzzy day.

i fluffed up her pillow. she smiled. then frowned as i turned to leave.

“maybe you could get me my big teddy bear?” she asked quietly. i scoured the room. there it was–in the corner; never before used. i put the huge white bear in her arms; she squeezed it tight–it tickled her nose and she laughed.

“much better,” she sighed. “thank you.”

“sweet dreams mum,” i said. her eyes were already shut against the bear’s soft fur.



  1. marge said,

    January 30, 2009 at 6:45 am

    hi Emily, just was on the blog. Enjoy reading it. Hope yu have good day tomorrow we love you. Dad and Mom

  2. Melanie said,

    January 31, 2009 at 4:24 am

    Hey Em,

    Your mom came to mind the other day, and I was lifting her up in prayer. I will continue to pray that tomorrow is a good day.

    love, Mel

  3. Ernest Dow said,

    February 6, 2009 at 1:51 am

    I guess ‘dad’ had better get more ‘on the ball’! Glad you checked and were able to help Mom out.
    Love, Dad

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