I think I could add the phrase “with you” to anything and it would be better. Raising puppies is no exception. Just when I think I am all alone in this thing, you come home and and play your guitar on the porch and life feels doable again.
I don’t have to tell you that this has been a difficult season. You have had a front row seat. Your calm and steady nature helps me to believe that it is going to be okay. We are going to be okay.
I love you my husband — through this season of grief, through the throes of medication withdrawal, through puppy season and whatever comes our way.
1 Corinithians 13:13 ~”And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.”
You shared so much in such few words.
Blessings~~