Teddy

I still have my teddy bear that I got when I was 2 - there's a slim possibility that I could have been 3. But I'm not willing to go any older than three....

There's a picture of me with that bear (who I so cleverly named Teddy) at Christmas one year - and the bear was beautiful, with a light blue ribbon, and a music box in the back.

The ribbon is long gone, the music box broken, removed, and sewn closed. He has been repaired time and time again. He has been there when I was sick, when I was scared (of the monsters under the bed), that little bear soaked up every single one of my tears when I was growing up - and even some when I was a grown up.

B calls him 'creepy bear' - mostly to [attempt to] antagonize me - he's not a 'pretty' bear anymore - but I don't care what he says - I think he's beautiful.