I think two year olds have it all together! My little G is holding his "bear" and when things go awry, he goes and finds his bear and everything is better. Bear is there to take away the hurts, to snuggle with when you are all alone, and to just hold when you need some comfort. I have a "bear", he is my best friend, my husband Vince. Yesterday we celebrated our 23rd wedding anniversary and as I sat today and tried to relax just one more day before I start the "hassles of work", I was reminded of how much he means to me and how I rely on his wisdom, commitment, and genuine concern about my health and well-being. I am so lucky, no blessed, to have Vince in my life. He is "my bear".