He wasn't happy about it, but back up on the shelf it went with a little coaxing from Daddy.
And my heart began to feel better.
I just want to be able to pass it along to him and have it have as much sentimental value to him as it does to me. *sigh* I don't know, it's a piece of my brother and I don't want it ruined.
So the next morning I went into Thomas' room to get him up and he says "Morning mommy, dat my uncle's twain, and he said I coulds have it"
WHOA....could "him" really be my brother checking up on his name sake?
Could be...and maybe not....but it's a nice feeling!