So, we got a dog.
Her name is Eucy. It's short for Eucalyptus.
Why now? Because when I drove from place to place, I yearned.
This year has been so hard for our family. Full of joys, yes. But, yet, even in the times when my belly ached from laughter, I felt pinpricks of guilt, reminders that things were not as they should be.
After my mother-in-law died, I dreamed of a velvety head. I wanted something pure and soft and warm to love. A fresh, furry start.
And now? My heart is refilling. When I watch the boys race around the backyard, red-faced and exuberant, I smile. And in the evening hours, I rub her belly and listen to her soft, grunty sighs.
My heart sprouts from the darkness. Verdant. Persistent. Facing the future, with a new leash on life.