This morning I battled through wind and rain to the local church to attend little bear's school festival. I sat through a very flat harvest festival feeling very unfestive and then cross with myself. And then I stood, aching, waiting for a chance to see little bear file out.
When he saw me he smiled all over. It was wonderful. All the wind, rain, self pity and flatness just were nothing, melted away. I sort of floated home through the hurricane. And the rain had stopped.
I love my little bear, and if turning up at the harvest festival means he is happy, then I will be there every time.
1 comment:
Well done! xxx
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