A Friendly Old Bear

I just love a particularly friendly old bear without any brain named Pooh. This chubby little guy who can think of nothing else but his sweet pot of honey around eleven-ish is absolutely, unequivocally endearing. And while I have always found him sweet, I have never really taken to him... until now. Our oldest and I have enjoyed our visits over the last couple of months to the Hundred Acre Wood in the beautifully written, delightfully imaginative, and wonderfully funny stories of Winnie the Pooh and The House at Pooh Corner.

I cannot help but devote an entire post to this special collection of tales by A.A. Milne and the beloved illustrator Ernest H. Shepard because these are some of the most precious, wonderfully told stories that I have ever read. Who could forget Eeyore's dreary rhetoric, or Owl's notable spelling abilities, or Pooh's round belly that didn't quite make it through Rabbit's door, or the lovely haycorns which Piglet so often enjoys? I am so thankful to be sharing these stories with our oldest. What a memory it is to share late-night giggles as we ponder the happenings of these lovely characters! And so, my little girl, I must accidentally say on purpose that I just love you!