This is what I woke up to this morning:
Confession: I’m obsessed with my dog. We adopted her 2 and a half years ago and she is definitely the most important thing in the world to me, along with my family. I never understood how people could feel this way about an animal until we had her home. (P.S. I’m still skeptical about cat people, but that’s another story – 😉 ). This precious pup’s name is Macie, and I can say with 100% certainty that she is the cutest, most intelligent, fastest, most fun dog on the planet. Note: I allow myself to think and say these things about my dog, openly, knowing full well that I will never say these things about my future human children. I tell my family that it’s helping me to get it out of my system now. Bottom line, we’ve created a princess and we love her with every fiber in our souls.
At this point, I’d like to point out how scary this is, because she is, after all, a dog. I can not fathom how I will feel when it is a baby – that I created – napping in my lap. And this is how I know, even before I really know, how utterly life changing being a mother is. And I don’t mean in the obvious ways, but down to the core of your being.
I so look forward to the day when I can understand this maternal feeling first hand… but for now, I will treasure these quiet Sunday snuggles with my best girl.