I didn’t know how protective of you I was until I had to sit in the same room with you while someone else tried to quiet your tears. (That wasn’t your Vati.) I didn’t know that every fiber of my being would want to snatch you up and retreat waving white flags of “I knew this was a bad idea” and “I told you I couldn’t do it”. I didn’t know I could glare while smiling. I didn’t know it until today. I won’t put us in that position again baby Bear. I am the Mama Bear and you are my cub. My cub. No pictures today, they would only be with tears. I love you my little Lenaturtlebear.