Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Confidential to the Bear

Dear Bear,

When you were born angels rejoiced. OK, I'm not sure if that is theologically accurate. But three sweet, beautiful, excited older sisters (ahem) jumped up and down and squealed with delight and sang songs.

When you were born the Cute Baby Boy mold was broken. OK, again, I'm not sure that's true. But you held the "Cutest Baby Boy Ever Born" record until June 2009, so that's pretty amazing.

I know you're not perfect. I'll admit that you have some of the same faults I do.

I pray that God protects your mind and your heart from all the traps our world sets for a young man like you. I pray that you continue to hold the convictions you profess.

I also pray - selfishly, I admit - that you won't forget about us as you grow up and start your own life and family. You are a great brother and a great uncle, among other things. (Those are the two roles I can best judge.)

Happy 16th. Please forgive this mushy blog post. I'll try not to embarrass you further on your big day. Except for that Facebook message. And the twitter post.



"Gram" said...

Okay, now I'm sobbing.

Lisa said...

Ditto from this sister :)

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