Home is where the dog is July 5, 2008

There is nothing quite as lovely as snoozing and snuggling in the plush bed on an idyllic Saturday morning, with only a slender shaft of sunlight slipping in. Even baby seemed contented enough to sleep in with only some gentle stirs in my tummy. Then the raindrops fell, and we slouched back against the soft cushions, reading the morning papers. I couldn’t help but be distracted by the darling boy. He stared outside, lulled by the rhythm of the falling rain, then walked over to the huddy, and settled down on his side. The huddy gave him a quick peck on his head and said, “You are so deserving of a kiss”. This is just so so lovely.