Chewie.
Adopted from Kuwait.
The occasional pooper in the house.
On those days, he’s not my favorite.
And I consider leaving the yard gate slightly ajar.
Then there are days like this one.
When he sees me leaving.
And he knows.
And he looks sad.
Maybe even guilty.
And I realize something.
He’s grown on me.
Like an unwanted fungus that I can’t seem to shake.
…and when his eyes meet mine, it’s over.
#theeverydayiseverything
Chewie...
We don't always know what we need...
We don't always know what we need.
Sunday morning with Olivia and Hailey in Washington DC.
All smiles.
Running.
Crawling.
Laughing.
Hiding.
Me...just trying to keep up.
Two booster shots to the heart.
#theeverydayiseverything
What to pick back up...
Yesterday.
I wanted to scream F&$K as loud as I could.
From the highest mountain top.
Into the void.
Frustrated.
Tired.
Tension across my shoulders.
The weight of life.
The weight of the world.
And so many things.
Sitting heavy.
Today.
Nothing has changed.
But I no longer want to scream.
I've paused.
Set my 'pack' down.
Spread out the contents around me.
And I'm just sitting with them.
Seeing each one.
Individually.
A simple act of rest.
Recognition.
And a conscious decision awaits...
What to pick back up.
If anything.
#theeverydayiseverything
Noticing...
'You're taking pictures of our shadows aren't you?'
'Yep'
He's noticing me noticing.
#theeverydayiseverything
