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Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Little ones that I love so…

Gracie and Cooper used to sleep in the same room as Matthew and me, but as Gracie has gotten older, she has started to snore like an old man.  It’s unbelievable.  You can hear it straight through a wall.

So sadly, they now have to sleep upstairs in their own bedroom, which was pretty hard for me at first.  I like to know they’re nearby, and I’ve slept in the same room with them each night for pretty much their whole lives. I was violently opposed to this sleeping arrangement at first, but Matthew is a light sleeper, and even with earplugs he couldn’t handle the snoring.

So now we have a new routine, and though I don’t like that they aren’t with us at night, my mornings are brighter because of it.

Matthew gets up a little bit before me each morning, and he goes upstairs to let the dogs out of their room.  Even in my sleepiness-induced-stupor, I have to smile as I hear them tearing down the stairs and running full speed into our bedroom where they leap up onto the bed and attack me with enthusiastic kisses. I swear, it’s the best part of my day. 

And I wonder why we humans can’t be that enthusiastic each morning.  I think if Gracie and Cooper could talk, they’d be saying, “Mommy, mommy, IT’S A NEW DAY! IT’S A NEW DAY!” 

Little preciouses.  I love them so much.

Each night, I bring them up to their little room and give them kisses before I head back downstairs. I love those little ones SO MUCH.  I can’t even imagine how much I’ll love an actual human child one day.

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A couple nights ago I wrote this poem, and though it’s silly, I still wanted to share it.  I love my dogs A LOT, ok? ;)

Tonight I looked into those big brown

puppy eyes of yours

I kissed your little faces

Then I closed your bedroom door.

And as I sometimes often do,

I cried those kind of tears

that I cry each time I think of

a day without you here.

I know you have a sweet, sweet soul

Better, still, than mine

And as your little days pass by

I wonder, all the time

Does heaven have a place for you?

Little ones that I love so?

Cause if you won’t be waiting there

Than I don’t want to go.

Ditulis Oleh : admin // 4:00 AM
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