Teddy bears

Always one to over indulge myself, my son once made me a sixty minute tape of the one song that I played all day long.

Now, with instant replay and quick links, that is no longer necessary.

I just put the link on my phone, or desktop background and, voila!

My newest love is written, played, sung and recorded by Bestest.

I thought he had rewritten it so that it was recognizable, but not quite the same.

But he hasn't! That makes me inordinately happy.

Like a teddy bear it becomes a thing of comfort, one that I hear instead of cuddling.