Yay, finals are over - which means the semester is over. No classes for almost a month which is a breather for these tired eyes. I've studies almost 24/7 this past week and quite frankly I don't know if it was worth it, still debating that in my head cause now I feel like shit.
This is a cute story written by a good friend when her daughter got to pick out their first alpaca. It's cute and heart felt, so if you're not in a mood to be warmed don't read on and have a great weekend. I like it and want to pass it on.Warning: A little long but worth it, check out the pipelinks to, they'll navigate you to wonderful far away places.
Cria Size
She keeps repeating it over and over again. We've been back to
this large farm at least five times. It has been weeks now since
we started all of this," the woman told the alpaca breeder.
"What is it she keeps asking for?" she asked.
"Cria size!"
"We have plenty of pet alpacas, if that's what she's looking
for."
"I know. We have seen most of them," she said in
frustration.
Just then the young child came walking in the barn.
"Well, did you find one?"
"No, not this time," she said with sadness in her voice. "Can we
come back on the weekend?"
The two women looked at each other, shook their heads and
laughed.
"You never know when we will get more pet male cria.
Unfortunately, there's always a supply," the breeder said.
The young child took her Mother by the hand and headed to the
gate.
"Don't worry, I bet we'll find one this weekend," the child
said.
Over the next few days both mom and dad had long conversations
with her.They both felt she was being too particular.
"It's this weekend or we're not looking any more," Dad finally
said in frustration.
"We don't want to hear anything more about "cria size" either,"
mom added.
Sure enough they were the first ones in the farm on Saturday
morning. By now the young child knew her way around, so she ran
right for the area that had the pet cria.
Tired of the routine, mom sat in the small barn at the end of
the first row of small pastures. There was a view so you could
see the pet cria any time.
The young girl walked slowly from pasture to pasture, kneeling
periodically to take a closer look. One by one the cria would
come over and she held each one. One by one she
said, "Sorry,
you're not the one."
It was the last pasture on this last day in search of the
perfect cria. The breeder opened the pasture gate and the child
carefully reched out and held it closely.
This time she it took a little longer.
"Mom, that's it! I found the right cria! He's the one! I know
it!" she screamed with joy.
Mom, startled by all the commotion, came running.
"What? Are you sure? How do you know?" she asked.
"It's the cria sighs!"
"Yes, it the same size as all the other cria you held the last
few weeks," mom said.
"No, not "size"; "sighs." When I held him in my arms he sighed,"
she said.
"So?"
"Don't you remember? When I asked you one day what love is, you
told me "Love depends on the sighs of your heart. The more you
love, the bigger the sighs!"
The two women looked at each other for a moment. Mom didn't know
whether to laugh or cry. As she stooped down to hug her child
she did a little of both.
"Mom every time you hold me I sigh. When you and Daddy come home
from work and hug each other you both sigh. I knew I would find
the right cria if it sighed when I held it in my arms," she
said.
Then holding the cria up close to her face she said,
"Mom, he
loves me. I heard the sighs of his heart."
Written by: Daphne A. - reproduced with permission.