On Monday, I posted at The Debutante Ball about my first love. Yes, yes, my mother, my dad, my little sister, books, cupcakes, etc.

I wanted to talk about my Pooh bear.

Turns out today is (debatably) Winnie-the-Pooh’s 90th birthday. Wow. Sometimes I just back into these things by accident, but I’ll take it.

Additional story about my Pooh bear: My bear was such a part of my family life for so long, that when I had to be put in the hospital at the age of 22, my dad brought her in to my bedside. My uncle’s wife, rather new to the family, took a look and said, “Well, that’s one ugly Winnie-the-Pooh.”

There were quite a few people in my room keeping me company and everyone was all, “Oh, no, she didn’t.”

My grandma loved to retell this story because, she said, I gave my aunt such a death-ray look. My grandma knew I’d go over my hospital tray in defense of my bear.

True love, yo. Happy Valentine’s Day!