These are the stories of us. These are the anecdotes of our days. This is the good bad and ugly (mostly good) of our not so unique, large (but not as large as some) family, living life to the fullest. Some of us might not have the average number of years generally allotted but we will fill each of those years with the celebration of family, friends and life
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Dearest Nessa When you looked like this I expected little puddles and other indiscretions in the house.
You were adorable. A face no one could resist. We (I use the term loosely) gladly cleaned up after you believing it to be temporary.
You were loved and gave love in return.
You tolerated holiday dress up
You are a best friend. Because of all these things your potty mistakes have been forgiven.
This is what you look like now (when you are not naked from a necessary grooming to remove burrs and matts). You are a big girl now. You have had your first birthday. You know how to ask to go out. Today you chose not to. Twice you soiled my flooring. Unacceptable Dear Nessa. Un.Accept.Able.
Tomorrow is a new day. You know what you need to do.