In addition to my dear girl (pictured above at the beach when she was little), I have a "little man" in my life. Well, far from little. And he IS a dog. But one of my children nonetheless. Feeling a bit under the weather he is. He's missing out on a playdate with his friends today. The picture above shows why I have a king-sized bed. He's as big as a full-grown human when he stretches out to sleep.
"Our house was not unsentient matter — it had a heart and a soul, and eyes to see with; and approvals and solicitudes and deep sympathies; it was of us, and we were in its confidence and lived in its grace and in the peace of its benedictions. We never came home from an absence that its face did not light up and speak out in eloquent welcome — and we could not enter it unmoved."- Samuel Clemens
I am probably the most content person you'd ever want to meet. I have a decent job working with people I like, a loving family including a swell Old English Sheepdog, a home where nesting and curling up on slipcovered sofas is required, and a life rich in creative crafting and daydreaming. I someday want a cottage at the beach where my grandchildren can bring sandy feet into the house, wet bathing suits can dry on the front porch and everything we need to get to is a bicycle ride away.