Izzy has also been doing a fair amount of painting lately. She appears to be taken in by the details of the natural world, by its tiny wonders, its relics and curiosities.
I confess this makes me giddy with happiness.
Like Sophie, she tucks her work here and there around the house for discovery.
It seems our home is turning into a museum of sorts, into the dusty old attic of a spirited great aunt whose life was something of a mystery, perhaps lacking in propriety yet rife with adventure.
I like to tiptoe around and imagine these things.
I hope others do, too.
And what can I tell you of Winnie? What can I tell you of this crazy little fox-face whom we love to pieces?!
I think of all the things you may hear regarding puppies, there are two which will never completely resonate until you take one into your life:
1). they are a lot of work.
2). they love you like nothing else you've ever experienced.
When I take Winnie outside for a bathroom break in the early morning hours, I usually return her to our bed (though she is crate trained) where she manages to snuggle in ways I'd never dreamed possible, wuffling her face into my neck and drifting off in utter contentment.
Dear reader, I wish the world could be this way: unconditional love with no agenda other than to give and receive it, and the way this simplifies everything else. She teaches me, she teaches my girls...we are learning so much from this tiny ball of fluff.
I'm so glad she's here.