Rock Fan

This little guy has been through a lot. He is a resilient fellow.  He used to be a plain old rock.  A preschool teacher gave him to my little granddaughter and she painted him a lovely shade of green, attached those penetrating eyes, and he became Frog.  Frog lived at my house for two years along with my son and his family--a returning to school, new career story.  He had the habit of disappearing for weeks at a time then reappearing suddenly, just in time to make me smile and melt my heart with those soul-searching eyes.
He reminds me to keep trying.  After my son's family moved 300 miles away Frog reappeared in their new home.  No one remembered packing him.  We now enjoy a long distance relationship.