Huggy Bear

I love my huggy bear. It was hard to give up sleeping with him every night, but I guess it was for the best. He still stays by my bed though. Last night he was with me again though. I figured Stephen wouldn't mind since I was in Henderson. I thought it was fitting to take him to Henderson, since that's where he was "born".

My grandmother gave me huggy bear on the day I was born, and he was so named because he fit perfectly over my back and it looked like he was hugging me. I could count on my hand the number of nights I slept without him in my entire lift before I got married. A few of those nights were before my freshman year of college, when I accidentally left him on my bed stuffed in a pillow. I realized I didn't have him on the plane to Utah, and I almost broke down. Dad had to overnight him to me. My parents have always been pretty supportive of how much I love that bear. Once we were half way home from grandma's house, late at night, and I realized I'd left him. Dad immediately got off the beltway and turned around to go get him, no questions asked. I might have been as old as 10.

Huggy bear has been there for me through absolutely everything. Honestly, I'm kind of surprised he hasn't fallen apart. He's not the kind of bear that can be "passed down". I'm pretty sure his playtime years are over, but I just can't bring myself to get rid of him. He was my best friend for a long long time, and I'm so glad.