Good morning, Moon
My second story view from the laundry room
I zoomed
Happy Christmas Eve Day
Almost Christmas
Yay!
December 24, 2018
morning
all dogs go to Heaven
Blue Baird (September 26, 2011-May 1, 2018) Monday night Blue was much weaker, wobbly standing. I called the vet, to schedule a time if he made it through the night. He did. On Tuesday Blue spent the whole morning belly in the grass, listening to the birds, soaking up sunshine, watching the world go by. The vet came to the house around 11:30am. Blue and I sat in the grass in the front yard. The boys were inside, having already said goodbye. By 11:45am Blue’s spirit was gone. Oh. My heart. Big, sweet dog I loved. This picture of Blue and I is from yesterday morning at 8:55am, enjoying backyard sun, a few hours before his death.
May 2, 2018
Blue and I
Blue and I sat in the backyard sunshine this morning after both boys left for school. I took some still photos of Blue looking left and then right, assessing, protecting, for this is his turf. The birds serenaded as the cool breeze blew making the wind-chimes chime. I made this video to save and share this moment in time. Blue is slowing down, eating less and sleeping more. We are staying in our own yard instead of walking sidewalk paths we both know by heart. Thankful for each day, especially quiet moments such as this.
April 25, 2018
nearly new
The morning stars shine brighter in the backyard, away from the streetlights. Hello, crescent moon. Nearly new moon. Time waning.
February 4, 2016
3:11am
I am on sidewalk with Blue before a couch nap until morning
Crickets
Cool air
Nearly full moon glowing
August 28, 2015
close to home
early morning
drizzly day
pajama clad
dog walk
mismatched
polka dot tank top
floral swirl pj pants
tired eyes
no sunglasses for disguise
soft rain
gentle
didn’t see anyone
thankful
must be summertime
August 9, 2015
Mother’s Day
The birds serenaded Blue and I on our early morning walk. Thankfully the pouring rain from earlier had stopped, though we’d have walked anyway. Enjoying breakfast now and some quiet time before the boys wake up. I love being their mom. My oldest son gave me my Mother’s Day gift early by going to the Good Friday artist reception and service in April. My younger son wrote me a poem that I’m not supposed to know about, but I saw the rough draft on accident while looking for his weekly report. Since he was out sick three days last week his awesome teacher sent it home with Friday’s homework with a post-it, “For Andrew’s Eyes Only :-)” I didn’t peek! Hope everyone I know has a blessed day filled with abundant love that overflows. Hug each other close. I had no idea how much my parents loved me until I became a mom. I get it now. Love that knows no bounds.
May 10, 2015
