Sunday, June 08, 2008
This is Franklin. Franklin was made by a family friend and arrived at our doorstep several years ago during a very dark time.
The first time I looked at this bear, I thought "Franklin" and thus he was named.
Franklin now sits in in the office, high up and out of harms way. (Did I ever mention that Danny loves to tear apart soft objects ?)
Franklin is a symbol of the bleakest and the best days in our life. He silently reminds me of how much a small gesture can mean. So now, when I hear a friend is ill or going through a tough time, I pick up the phone or send a card or email.
Who would have ever thought that a little bear could be so wise ?