Reading Winnie the Pooh for the first time as an adult was truly a special experience. It gave me the cozy atmosphere and silly lightheartedness that I didn't realize I was missing. Reconnecting with this part of my childhood was so comforting and exactly what my soul needed. I swear I was smiling every time I read a new story.

Maybe it's the nostalgia talking.

Or maybe it's me choosing to embrace the joy this book brings. Whatever it may be, this lovely book is now one of my most precious possessions.

Also the illustrations are so charming 🥹

A.A. Milne wrote the Pooh stories for his son Christopher Robin. And isn't it wonderful to think about how many other childhoods he has touched with these stories?

Now if someone were to ask me what book felt like a warm hug, I finally have an answer. I'd tell them it's this one. ✨