It’s official. I live with a polar bear. I used to live with a grizzly bear but through time he has turned into a polar bear. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

When Stan and I first started dating he had one of the hairiest chests I had ever seen, in real life. He looked like Magnum P.I. I loved it.

When he was going through all of his heart issues last year he kept shaving his chest so they could monitor his heart. I hated to see his chest bare. I hated it because I had never seen his chest bare before. But I really hated it because it was a constant reminder of his heart troubles. He was too young to have heart problems and I didn’t want to think about what could have happened.

Now his hair is back on his chest. It is more white than it was and Stan looks like a polar bear. I love it. Crazy, I know but it means his heart is healed. And it means he and I are growing up together. We’re not growing older ~ we’re growing up.

I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love living with my polar bear. I’m pretty sure the kids like him too! I think I’ll keep my polar bear.

Oh, for the love of our children…