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Silly Old Bear

Today is National Winnie the Pooh Day, observed on the birthday of the English author A. A. Milne. Milne created the character of Winnie the Pooh and penned the magical world of the 100 Acre Woods over 65 years ago. His characters brought truthful lessons and a simple sweetness to the everydayness of life. Several years later, Milne's work is still appreciated and cherished in many hearts and homes. The Christmas of 2016, I found myself reading Pooh's chapter book through adult eyes. I was deeply moved by the innocence captured in the purity of each page. It is so much more than a story of a teddy bear and beyond the wonder of imagination. It is genuinely a tale of true friendship, of acceptance, of resilience, and of love. If you have not had the pleasure of reading Milne's work, you can find his stories online here.
Until then, here are a few of my favorite quotes, which I hold very near and dear to my heart,

"I knew when I met you an adventure was going to happen."

"Pooh, how do you spell love?"
"You don't spell it, Piglet, you feel it."

"Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart."

"What day is it?"
"Today,"-said Piglet.
"Ah," said Pooh, "My favorite day."

"Let's start by taking a smallish nap or two."

Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. "Pooh," he whispered.
"Yes, Piglet?"
"Nothing," said Piglet. "I just wanted to be sure of you.

"How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard."

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