We had two little visitors this weekend; Nelson was first excited, and then Winston ran off with his favorite toy. Soon thereafter, my beloved boy became a petulant teenager. He sulked around the house for three days until he could reclaim his space and his family.
I swear to you, he looked around last night realizing they weren’t in the house, jumped on the bed, and smiled wide — once again the sole center of our attention and ridiculous, over-the-top love.
Yep, he’s mine.