Israel is so sentimental it hurts. Over a year ago we bought a new couch, and Israel was having a hard time letting the old one go. There were some great memories.....snuggling, holding River for the first time, and pulling out the stash of random findings that made it feel like Christmas. So to Israel, this was much more than a couch, it was a symbol of his childhood.
When the delivery men arrived, Israel immediately ran to our bedroom because he couldn't bear to watch them handle his baby so carelessly, and to bring the traiterous new couch to it's home. While he was hiding out, we were making room and rearranging. As soon as the movers left, we went to Israel to comfort him, and to assure him that we now have a new couch to make new memories on. When we opened the door, we saw him sitting at the computer, mouse in hand, tears trickling down. As we approached, we glanced at the screen and realized that he was venting with his art. He drew this picture and underneath had written, 'Please don't move the couch!'
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