Group Hugs Are Needed

A Sunday evening missive for you. Group hug, anyone?

We have a rather large arrangement of stuffed bears on a bed upstairs in our house. They belonged to our daughters (my Aunt Peg would send them some every single year for a long time!), but sometimes I feel like just diving into them and returning to my childhood for a moment in time. I had a lot of bears growing up— in fact, I pretty much had nothing but bears. I did not play with dolls and instead had a Bear House.

Hope your weekend was a good one!