Puppy Love

Yeah, Mondays are hard. That one peaceful day seems to make the grinders sound even louder the next morning. I think there was more of the usual today, some sanding, some varnishing and work on the head but writing this a couple of days later makes it hard to remember. But what I did recall this afternoon was a dream from the night before. I dreamed that I was home and in the kitchen with Sunny glued to my hip. We were only planning to be home for a brief time and then return to the boat in Turkey. It was a beautiful spring day and I remember thinking that if we were leaving we better do it soon. I was feeling pretty happy to be home and thought that the longer we stay the harder it will be to walk out that door again. But I mostly remember the feeling of being close to Sunny. He was just this big yellow fur ball of love and happiness, sappy I know but true. There is just no way to feel down with him next to your side and giving you his unconditional love. When I remembered the dream I told Mike and the next thing I know I had tears running down my cheeks. We talked and reminisced about Sunny and home for a little bit. And I swear I also spotted some tears on Mike’s cheeks as well. I think he has been in a bit of denial. It was good to think about home and all of our family and friends who we miss so dearly. And thank you again, Kirk and Judy, for taking care of our boy.