sam is finn's stuffed dog.
he's been with him since his first birthday,
a gift from aunt sherry and uncle randy.
a perfect gift really for a little boy who didn't
have a lovey or a stuffed animal to call his own yet.
i'm not sure if it was the cute pointy nose, the long floppy ears,
or the orange hoody, but finn instantly fell in love with him.
he never became obsessed to the point he had to carry him around all day long,
but in the evenings before bed, he wanted sam in bed with him.
when we traveled, sam accompanied him.
last year, when we took our family vacation,
finn said he was didn’t need sam to come.
it was a sign that he was growing up and not my baby anymore. *sniff*
yet, finn hasn't given him up completely.
sam sits on his bed every day,
and every night finn pulls him under the covers with him.
a sign he’s not that grown up…not yet at least.
when he is ready to retire sam, he won’t go too far.
i will store him away so that i can give him back to finn someday.
who knows, maybe he will be a father of a little one who will enjoy
him every bit as much as he has.
