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.