The Writing Bear

That's me in the background.

On the left, I'm in my paternal grandfather's arms.

On the right, with my mother and maternal grandmother on the day of my baptismal.

That's me in the foreground, too. Or at least, that's what The Husband said on the day I picked up the little figurine in a gift shop years ago, smiling because I have a thing for teddy bears.

And this one was going to town on a typewriter.

I was just out of college and the proudest new city editor at a little community paper that's ever walked the earth. But even then, I had dreams of becoming more.

He bought me The Writing Bear that day. Because he believed in me and my dream long before I did.