December 21, 2005


I stand in the dimmed room, slowly swaying from side to side. Puppy snuggles into my neck, tiny hands resting on my shoulder. I hold the whole of him in my arms and think about how soon will be the day I can no longer do that. I close my eyes and breathe in his soft infant smell. He is secure; I am at rest.

Until Puppy swings out his little body and head butts me.

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