i bet you thought this post would be about robert, and the fact that he's home from his weekend in virginia. and he is. he came back with a thunderstorm quick on his heels this sunday. and when he pulled into the gravel driveway, i dropped the mixing bowl on the kitchen counter and ran out in my dress and bare feet. i gathered his scruffy face in my hands and breathed him in.
but someone else was gone this weekend, and has also returned.
and as he napped on my chest last night, and curled his little toes onto my stomach, i felt the steady rise of his stomach, followed by a sweet drop and sigh escaping from his wet nose. and i thought about how, years from now, i will sit on that same sofa. and stroke back baby hair. and wrap my bare arms around a warm little person and feel the same rhythmic beat of breath.
but for now, puppies are enough. especially one who knocked me down with joy the second i walked in from the rain.