Puppies chew. Puppies howl at night. Puppies take extra time. Puppies grow to 55 pounds.
Take a wild guess, which one is the pup? The one on the right, the beautiful big and slobbery ball of love that has forever changed our lives and left giant puppy prints on my heart.
In my wild abandon to leave loveprints all around, I faced challenges. My selfishness screamed loud when I realized the boys and man in my life truly wanted a big dog. I'm a snuggly momma type, not a big dog gal. To put them first, I jumped into puppy world and we were blessed with our Judah boo.
A daily act of love to my family. The extra work for momma. Feeding, bathing, training, learning to love all rolled into one soft black pup. The battle raged inside. Did I make the right decision? Ugh, he chewed, this is so hard. Potty training, really. Why do I feel like I'm the only one taking care of their dog? Is it really love if its always easy?
He was a bit skittish, not as friendly as I imagined. We resolved, "the more we love him, the better dog he will be ..." With each hug and belly scratch, he melted. In the process, I chose to love and he changed me. Love really never fails.
This walk of love, a beautiful journey. I wish I could triumphantly say that I master eat with each day on the calendar. Some days, I shrug, breathe grace deep, wrap in His love and walk on. Others I skip as I realize in heart that His love is already shed abroad in my heart ... and I smile as I open the latch wide.
Each step brings another adventure, today covered in puppy kisses.