I felt it was too late for counseling. We were discussing divorce more times than not, so as I was mentally preparing for it, my husband was grasping for anything that would help us stay together. I don't think either of us were clear on anything except that, "it just wasn't working."
As I remember it, our last counseling session was at our home. The preacher was a very tall and lanky man. He had sharp facial features and this day he was wearing a plaid shirt or a denim one, whichever. As we were quietly "talking things out" Sean would bounce in occasionally from the back of the house to check things out. He did this a couple of times but the last time he was carrying his Woody doll. He walked over and handed it to the preacher man. The preacher smiled and talked to Sean for a little bit but as I was watching I noticed that the preacher man looked... just... like... Woody!
I got nervous and started laughing. This is never good. I couldn't explain why either. When the preacher was talking to Sean, I tried to secretly explain to my husband but he didn't get it until later. Sean was spot on! He was a giddy little guy too. Woody was ALIVE and in OUR living room (and trying to save the day)!
After Sean's keen observation, I couldn't pay attention to anything else. I was trying to be serious but when looking at Woody, how could I be?
Most of all I was impressed with Sean. I loved that he noticed the physical similarities between the preacher man and Woody. It was worth all of the nervous laughter in the world! I think Sean appreciated that I "got it" too.
