When you were a little bean sprout, your grandmother came home with a velveteen pink bear. Between you and me, until recently, I never really enjoyed the fuzzy creature for practical reasons.
The design is fine, a classic, and I must admit that it is very soft. However, it was not made to belong in the very dirty hands of a little explorer. Mr. Pink Bear was made to sit quietly on a shelf but you didn't care about that when you picked him to become your dearest friend.
So we washed the bear, and I stitched it back by hand...and we washed the bear again, and I stitched it again by hand!
As I took those pictures of you and your dearest friend, I realized that Mr. Pink Bear is more than a simple stuffed animal of doubtful quality. It is the comfort object that made your adaptation to daycare a peaceful transition.
I don't know how long your relationship with Mr. Pink Bear will last but until that day, I promise to take care of your dearest friend with great love...and with as much hand stitching as necessary!
I was in complete awe when, after observing your father clean the dog's ears with cotton swabs, you immediately went to Mr. Pink Bear to do the same.
Toddlerhood is awesome!