You love your Bear, and because I love you, I love Bear too. Because the way you love Bear shows me a sweet tender side of you that I wouldn’t otherwise see. The one that shows bear the moon when you see it (Look Bear, the moon!) or tells him about your day (I sat on the firetruck at daycare Bear!) and makes sure that he is under the covers with you at night.
I know too that someday, when you are all grown, Bear will remind me of these precious days when you aren’t afraid, ashamed or “too old” to love a stuffed animal unconditionally and fiercely without holding anything back. Bear will remind me of when mommy, daddy and a Bear were the center of your universe and maybe I’ll close my eyes and be able to picture you exactly as you are now and remember the way your little hand felt in my hand, or the way your loose curls feel nuzzled into my neck when you hug me. I love you, and I love your Bear, and I will always be happy to include him in your pictures as long as you want me too..which I hope is a very, very long time.