In my next lifetime...I want to be a Bear

I’m Gonna be a Bear
Everytime I read this I smile.

In this life I’m a woman. In my next life, I’d like to come back as a bear.
When you’re a bear, you get to hibernate. You do nothing but sleep for six months. I could deal with that.
Before you hibernate, you’re supposed to eat yourself stupid. I could deal with that too.
When you’re a girl bear, you birth your children (who are the size of walnuts) while you’re sleeping and wake to partially grown, cute cuddly cubs. I could definitely deal with that.
If you’re a mama bear, everyone knows you mean business. You swat anyone who bothers your cubs. If your cubs get out of line, you swat them too. I could deal with that.
If your a bear, your mate EXPECTS you to wake up growling. He EXPECTS that you will have hairy legs and excess body fat.
Yup… i’m gonna be a bear.

I love this poem and had to find it online, after taking all the bear photos last evening. Plus planning to take more bear photos this Sunday, when the multitude of bears are blessed at my church. This is a photo of my 3 bears and all the bears my friend Kathy W. brought me last night to take to the church on Sunday. Last Monday Nancy and I bought 3 bears and took those to my church also. My 3 bears in the photo are Joe's blessed prayer bear that was given to him by Rev. Mitzi a couple weeks before he died; and the small white bear is mine I got to go with his brown bear; and the larger white bear I bought for Esther, so guess she is seeing her gift early. When she saw my bears, she said she wanted a blessed bear too, so told her I would get her one and I would personally bless it for her!