My little Bear. He was born on a windy Thursday afternoon. Most of the babies being born that day had already come to light. Not my Bear, he took his sweet time, as if the world needed to prepare for him. What I knew then was, this was the most excruciating labor I’ve ever endured. I was already a mother to 3 older children; Reece my oldest and only girl, Luka my oldest boy, and Hutton my last boy...