Monday, January 2, 2012


This is Paddington. He's my teddy bear. Yes, he is named after the beloved children's books. If he looks a little bit ratty that's because he's 25 years old.

Whenever I go home to Bluffdale I sleep with Paddington. I got Paddington the Christmas after I was born and have slept with him ever since, with the obvious exception of being on a mission in Ecuador and living in Provo while going to school.

Over the past two weeks I've realized anew how wonderful it is to sleep with Paddington, and I'm a little bit worried that I'll have a hard time adjusting to sleeping without him when I go back to Provo. Kind of like how it took some adjusting when I went into the MTC. But there are greater tragedies and I'm sure I'll get on with life.

Some people might be ashamed to admit such things, but I'm not one of them. I'm proud of the fact that I sleep with my teddy bear. Maybe my doing so illustrates immaturity and juvenile behavior unfitting someone my age and station in life, but I disagree. I think that being able to accept one's true identity for what it is shows remarkable maturity, even if said identity includes sleeping with a teddy bear that you've had your whole life.

And if you disagree with me on that point, well then my dad can beat up your dad, so there.


  1. It's okay Sam. I sleep with a bunny I got from a family on my mission. He is appropriately named "Conejito."

  2. I used to have a Paddington of my very own. Though clearly my level of devotion can't match yours, since my Paddington has been lost for some time.

  3. Mine's name is Big Bear. He was as big as me when I was 1. I'm always happy to see him when I get home.