Happy Birthday, Fred

The first promise I made to you was twelve years ago, today.
I held you, marveling at your strength--just born, but already pushing, testing.
I pulled you close, and whispered in your ear:
"I will fight bears for you."
Bears are in short supply, but there are other dangers out there.
We will face them without fear.
We will have fun facing them
And, too soon, you will face them alone.
But that's okay. You're strong.
But if you ever come across any bears, you know where to find me.
I love you, Frederick Arthur.

Happy Birthday

Dad.

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