how mama bear was born
ππππ π΅πππ π€ππ ππππ ππ π ππππ πβπ’ππ πππ¦ ππ π½πππ’πππ¦, wind chilling to the bone, a small babe held bundled and protected from weather as we gathered to bring him home. β£
β£This week, he is officially an adult-it all happened too fast. Never did I know mama bear would still be asking for strength all these years later(because independent mancubs need their mama bears to back off).β£
β£The hardest challenge is opening my hands, letting the cub walk on his own, praying he chooses the right choices while mamabear stays behind-out of his way. β£
β£π΅ππ‘β Thursdays,β£
πππ‘β weights,β£
the wind of πππ‘β feeling bone deep. β£
