This is bear-bear. My daughter has had bear-bear since she was about 9 months old. He's kind of ratty, has been through the wash about a hundred times, and lost his squeaker. But my daughter loves him. And by loves him, I mean L.O.V.E.S. him. The other day (before her 5th birthday) she told me that she would no longer need to sleep with bear-bear when she turns 5. Last night, I challenged her on this. When I was putting her to bed, I asked her if she was still going to sleep with bear-bear since she's now 5. She moved him to the foot of her bed and told me that she would sleep without him. But when I went into her room hours later to check on her, she was gripping bear-bear so tight that no one was going to be able to pry him out of her arms even if we tried. So bear-bear, I guess you have a little more life left in you. Welcome back.
Awww! So sweet! And she will treasure this photo I am sure :)
ReplyDeleteThis is so sweet! What a cute story. It always makes me sad when they get to the stage of outgrowing certain things. I have been inspired by a couple of 365 and just might have to try a photo like this.
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