The tiny whiskers that dot Newt’s chin shine as they twitch and catch light when she’s focused on something
Emmett’s yips, growls, and twitches as he sleeps because he may not be able to chase bunnies across the icy yard in his aging, arthritic body, but he sure as hell can–and catch ’em, too–in his dreams
Cooper snuggling right up against you, all knobs and points jamming into your appendix as he settles just so across your stomach, despite the entirely empty rest of the couch
A husband who takes and texts random pics of the herd… here’s Cooper in the living room, here’s Newt under the coffee table, here’s an attempt at a selfie with Emmett and Cooper… when I’m traveling because he knows how much I miss them
Planes that are on time and coworkers who are excited to have a week to work together
Starting the day with a less-than-perfect night’s sleep because Newt nosed and poked and pushed her way from the top of the covers down my legs to sleep the night nestled up against my feet, twitching and rolling around all night, keeping me up, but still… nestled up against my feet
Cell phones that take amazing pictures so whenever some kind soul says, “do you have any pictures of your pets?” HA! DO I?! Let me show you my roll of a million… here’s Emmett sleeping, here’s Cooper sleeping, here’s Newt sleeping next to Cooper, here’s Emmett sitting…
Knowing my three are safe and warm and cozy and cared for, even when I’m gone
(But, John, don’t forget: Cooper gets two scoops of coconut oil. Oh, and Emmett prefers his bed to be pushed up to the side of our bed, and sometimes it slips, so you have to scoot it back before you go to sleep. And Cooper wants the blanket spread on the couch when you watch TV, not in a lump on the back of the couch. And don’t forget to give Newt her afternoon puzzle. It’s past time. Did you forget? Did Newt get her puzzle?)
What are you grateful for? 🙂
