Coming home to these furry faces. I just wuv em’!
I know. I know. I could have said my husband, my children, and many other things. And they DO make me smile bunches and bunches, lots of times, but guess who never fails to greet me first thing through the front door when I get home?
Yep. These guys.
Pell mell, over and under, up and down, “Hi Mom! Hiiiiii! It’s been like forrrrrevvver!!! Oh, we are so happy to see you!”
Tails beat the walls. Fur paws catch some air. Little bounces, smiles and circles. Then they usually run to the other people in the house like, “Look!! She’s here! She’s HERE!”
There is nothing like that kind of attention when you open the door to home. Nothing.
So yes, I love my fur kids. I love their fur faces. I love their pure fur enthusiasm and joy. They make me smile.
I wish I could bottle up their loyalty and sell it.
I wish I could tap into their patience when I am feeling on edge.
I wish I could spread their intrigue of all things great and small. Exploring, pouncing, and discovering – leafs, bugs, and crumbs.
I wish I could encourage with a sniff and a nudge to make nice.
And I wish I could advise you to curl up to your most admired friend for a snuggle and a play.
The life of being care-free and cared for in a house that is always exciting, because…Mom’s home!!!! She’s here! She’s here!