This story really is about a bear.
It's not a story about a philosophical bear nor a metaphor.
It's about a real bear.
As long as we are counting this as a real bear.
Rewind to the Summer of 2006.
Daniel and I were dating and were quite content to stay that way.
I had made a previous commitment to work all of the California EFY sessions.
That meant that we would spend the majority of the summer apart.
(oh, the Longing!)
The night before I left, Daniel gifted me this bear.
He named him Clarke.
Daniel then told me that I should hug Clarke each time I missed him.
That way I would have something to hug.
The bear stayed on my bed until we were married.
Now before you all run away from the nauseating cuteness emanating from the screen,
The bear was kicked out.
In fact, Daniel hid Clarke.
But that's another story.
Fast forward to last week.
Daniel had to be in Texas all week for training.
So I woke up Monday morning to this.
The note says that I'm supposed to restore Clarke to his original charge:
When I missed Daniel, I should hug Clarke.
So I did.