in 36 days i will become a mrs. and have to break up with my first love. you see, i am an almost 27 year old woman who still sleeps with a teddy bear. judge me all you will, but it is my normal.
i have had my bear since i was born, and it has been in my bed every night since then. aside from the occasional sleepover, my bear was by my side every night as i drifted to sleep, keeping the scary away and welcoming the sandman in.
b. has let me know that my bear is not welcome in our bed, and i get it. i hold no animosity to that, but last night i was laying in bed, holding on to my bear and was a little sad. as silly as it is, my bear is a source of comfort and it is going to take some getting used to to sleep with it.
not to worry though, i have every intention of passing my bear onto my future children. i hope they find the same comfort i have.