Meet My Oldest Friend

I knew him since day one.

He was right beside me even when I was still in my stroller with 

my pacifier in my mouth. I bet I even offered my pacifier to him but obviously 

he's so not interested... in the pacifier of course.

Because I was pretty sure he was very much interested in me.

Since he kept telling me to hug him.

Though obviously I was clueless since I had no ideas what are words back then.

I mean, I barely managed "papa" at that age.

And nope, I'm not talking about my dad here.

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I'm talking about my Hug-Your-Bear.

A bear as old as me and probably the only bear that has no given name.

(I called the one on the right "Patches". He's also the youngest bear I own.)

Well, I had Hug-Your-Bear when I was still a baby. 

I'm pretty sure I was not knowledgeable enough back then to give him a name.

All mom did was kept telling me to "Hug you bear, Jo! Hug you bear." 

*hugs*

27 years later and he's still here with me.

And honestly, I probably love him more today 

then I was when I was a baby, kid, teenager, etc.

It's pretty awesome don't you think?

To still have your very first bear with you.

*hearts*

I think it's awesome.