I’m still in bed watching movies and eating corn chips.
Due to the impending arrival of a puppy, we have declared a family-wide-do-basically-nothing-day for resting-up purposes.
Yes, I did say puppy. Alert a mental health expert.
The thing is, Justin has been asking for over a year, and, until now, I didn’t even consider it. But even a non-pet person like myself gets it that a dog would be very therapeutic and supportive to Justin’s health and well-being.
Okay, fine. I’m a big, fat door mat. Also I’m terrified. I’ve taught in one of the worst schools in West Philly, jumped out of a perfectly good airplane and gave birth three times, but, somehow, the thought of a little, rambunctious, pooping bundle of fur sends me straight to the snack cabinet.
But. I know my change of heart, and Jeff’s acquiescence as well, is right and good and, most certainly, from the Lord.
We are driving out to Gap, PA, on Monday morning to meet some ten-week-old Golden Retrievers.
I know, I know. A sick little boy gets a puppy. It’s so Hallmark channel. Well, if you’re into that sorta thing, join us Monday morning as I will be sure to post our new puppy journey.
I am including some pictured highlights of our week: Michael takes first in the school spelling bee, showing support for the Eagles and kitchen counter science experiments.
Thank you, Kerry, for a life-saving pot of chili and Becky for very encouraging words. We are very grateful to you all for continued support and prayers. Grace be with you, my friends.