How I Met Papa Bear
Yesterday marked the eighth anniversary of the first night I met Papa Bear. I drove the ninety miles from Hobbs, New Mexico where I'd been living for twenty years, to Odessa, Texas after work on that fateful Friday in January to spend the weekend getting to know him.
Our first meeting is fun memory that we often talk about, with both of us so nervous and yet so excited to finally meet after the many, many hours of late night phone conversation that had occurred in the three weeks prior to this first official date.
We already knew we'd be great friends, we didn't know if their would be chemistry between us when we were actually together. Just two weeks later he would purchase the house that was to become our home. <3
Several bloggers that I've met in recent years have asked how I met Papa Bear. I went back to my archives and found this post from 2009 that tells the story. I hope you enjoy it...