I keep expecting my life to slow down but it just keeps getting faster and faster and the to do list longer and longer. This month we lost our family dog, Jack. He was 12 years old and we found out he was sick and three days later had to have him put down. I feel like since there is little time for reflection in my life right now, defining moments like this force me to reflect. When the doctor told me he wasn't going to make it my early 20's flashed like photographs before my eyes. Jack's head hanging out the car window, the day I got him, countless morning park dates with coffee in hand. When I was 24 a friend and I got our tents and hit the road for 2 weeks not having a clue where we were going. My parents were horrified. My excuse for making them feel better was I had Jack.So that thing I don't know I would miss until it was gone? It's the sense of security I had with him. Now don't get me wrong Jack was the sweetest dog, almost to a fault. But even the tiniest of grandmas that walked past our house got barked at. I can't bring myself to put away his food bowl.
This is our third year going to this tree farm. It's a quaint little place and I have photos of my daughter at 11 months being held by the owner. The kids fell asleep on the way and still were when we got there. We shut the car off and sat and listened to music for an hour. And talked. Without getting interrupted 50 times. It was amazing.
*and I cheated in and put one more in-because crying over not getting a third cup of hot cocoa is just silly.
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