Warm My Heart

Yesterday evening, after taking Phelan for a walk -- then run, because, well, she likes to run too, I discovered -- we plopped down onto the garage floor for a breather.  She eagerly lapped up her water.  And THEN she spies me on the floor beside her, an irresistible invitation tease to pounce and play.  And to be honest, I was having a ball.  She'd look at me dead in the eye, as if to say, you know you love me...why do you pretend you don't?

And then --bam-- in my lap, nuzzling my hair, my face, my neck, romp, play, pounce ... repeat.

And me?  Well, I giggled.  A lot.

"Say it.  Say you love me!"

And then I saw it.  The sunset.

And as if on cue, she saw it too,

and she immediately calmed down,

and we both sat there staring,

content,

conversing without words.

Our souls had connected somehow.

Sunsets...high on my happy list!

Yes, all was good in my world.

(Forever grateful to a friend who encouraged me to start that list.)

And that's when I knew.

She had me.

As the cooler night air hastened,

I found myself longing for a fire.

This sweet puppy love

had warmed my heart

like a beautiful sunset by fireside.

Am I getting addicted to her?

Yes, sweet Phelan.

I do love you.

And I will take care of you

as long as I need to.

This will all work out somehow.

(Working on getting her to smile for the camera)

The perfect CHILL song for fireside!