I never have to be reminded of my supporters. I have tons of you adorable dears that come close to my heart. And, although there quite a few fellas tossed in the mix (Michael A, here is your shout out! :), I realize that of the nearly 2,000 followers I have, the big heart that swells for me is a woman’s. I have moms and daughters, sisters and aunts, all of whom I have never met, but have adopted me as their son, their brother, their nephew. Yes, this is something of an adopted family, this brood on a blog that is a clan spending its time doing its best to make the world a better place, with smiles, with comfort, with kind words and reminders that the simple gestures of a glance, or the bright light of a “good morning” to a total stranger has unparalled effect.
So, I needed a bear to commemorate my ladies, my dears, my lovelies that have come rushing in from all points of the earth, all spots in between to keep this mad man alive; my adopted sisters and mothers that read this work of mine, that take hold of this blog, and as Trasi once said, “was like reading a letter from an old friend….” I could call you all out, but often decide not to, for fear I may leave someone out. You’ve all be so good to me in your own right by either helping me out financially to keep this alive, or by spending your time with me in emails (PEGGY! I’ll be writing back soon!). Sometimes some of you leave comments that are so heartfelt, that I feel moved to tears. I had no choice, I had to have a bear in my midst, in my little collection, in my own sort of army of lovers to let the world know what you mean to me.
Sometimes, its ok for my teddy bears to look like they were meant for a lady.