My Bear-Day ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ
I celebrated my "bear-day" this month in a forest near a river during Holy Week. I was with my bear family—and it also happened to be the first day of our church’s annual family camp.
It was an unusual birthday for me. I was away from my real family, and there was no internet or phone signal, so I couldn’t contact them. But even so, I enjoyed every moment with my church family and my bear family.
What I loved most was how simple everything was. There was no big celebration, no distractions—just being present with the people around me. More than that, it was Christ-centered. Everyone was there not for me, but for God.
For four days and three nights, we celebrated Him.
And on the last day, it turned out that much of the world was also celebrating Jesus’ resurrection. That realization made everything feel even more meaningful—like we were part of something much bigger.
How wonderful is that?
Fun fact: Mama Bear’s older brother casually mentioned that it was my “bear-day” during the camp. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but now that I’m writing about it, it feels like he somehow foreshadowed this moment.
So I’m officially giving him a new title: Uncle Bear.
And I guess this bear-day is one I’ll never forget.