I had one of those melancholy, out-of-sorts, “down” days yesterday when I just couldn’t get out of first gear.  Fortunately, I had nothing pressing so I started my day with a two-hour nap. But even that did not perk me up. I felt like a whiney child who just didn't feel good.

And then I remembered the picture that I took of my grandchildren.  With thumbs in mouths and “teddies” cuddled close, there is nothing sweeter.  How wonderful that teddy has the power to soothe all ills.  Wouldn’t it be wonderful if adults could have something soft and cuddly to sooth them when the world and life got them down - a retreat to a simpler time, “childhood” when your thumb and teddy just made you feel better?

Tell me this doesn't make you smile and wish you had a teddy of your own?