The Seventh Day of Lent

Dear Grace,

You often find a spot in my conversations and writing. I share pictures and videos of you with my kids at school. I greet you with "Hey, Puppy!" in the morning and "Sleep well" at night. I even tell you to have a good day when I leave for work each morning. A lot of people would think I'm crazy, and they are probably right. I do think this kind of crazy is more fun than other crazies I've experienced.

So, I think you are definitely in line for a lenten letter.

I can't imagine a companion more compassionate and eager to walk the extra mile (literally) even in the pouring rain and freezing temperatures. You're always ready for a belly rub or more than willing to give kisses, even when I don't ask. And, boy, are you patient. . . you wait for me everywhere, always looking as if you knew I would come.

 You are faithful and loyal. No matter where you are or how much fun you are having, you always come home with me.

You listen to my complaints and my jokes. You don't think I'm crazy if I catch myself talking to the tv. You growl at people who seem angry with me or raise their voice at me. You also make sure that all crumbs are picked up off the floor.

When I adopted you almost 2 years ago, I knew for sure that you would be fun and that you would keep me company. I never dreamed you would be such an important part of my sanity, a full-fledged member of my family.

You became my mark on the timeline. . . you know like B.C. and A.D. or before the twins and after the twins. My life is now divided up into "before Grace" and "after Grace." And, one thing I know for sure is that the "after Grace" time period in my life also coincides with "the sweetest" part of my life.

Thank you.
I love you.
Mom