Growl of the Beloved

8 Oct

See those cuddly bears? Those are our Oldests (when they were Youngests). I remember this evening well. My bear had been washed clean in Holy Baptism earlier that day. He was 6 days old. Christina’s bear joined us to help celebrate (as all good bear cousins do). This Mama Bear and her grizzly husband were T-I-R-E-D, and therefore, well, bearish. We had holed up in our cave for the night (or so we thought) when our den-guests invented a photo-op. (This bear metaphor is getting exhausting. Do you mind if I quit? Thanks.) Anyway, they invaded our room, and made us come downstairs for family pictures. I got all swept up in the crazy that is our family and amidst a LOT of chortling we changed our newborns into matching bear outfits.

It was this evening, in a storm perfect for spousal discovery, that I learned my husband cannot bear an interrupted bedtime OR matching cutesy outfits.

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4 Responses to “Growl of the Beloved”

  1. Christina October 8, 2011 at 12:05 pm #

    At least when we invaded your privacy neither of you was bare.

  2. A.J. October 8, 2011 at 10:53 pm #

    I hated this night.

  3. Grandma Barbie October 9, 2011 at 8:05 pm #

    The tension must have been …. unBEARable!

  4. Stacy October 10, 2011 at 7:29 pm #

    HA!

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