Who Knows Where the Time Goes

It’s remarkable how much better I slept back at home, with Coco at my feet and Ivy by my side, wedged into my half of our bed. Even though we woke up at our customary 6:30am, I feel so refreshed and relaxed back in my home. I wish all the special events could happen in my yard rather than everywhere else in the world, because I’d be a whole lot happier.

Ivy and Coco and I got to spend some time out in Kellie’s garden last night, where I talked to them about her and about how much she loved all of us. It was a good homecoming. Both dogs could not believe I was home (Coco was more demonstrative, though that makes sense, since she’s a literal puppy).

This morning I woke up to a massive Father’s Day breakfast in progress by my mom, who seriously outdid herself to make sure my dad had a special morning. (And me as well, though it’s always felt awkward to have anyone else celebrate Father’s Day with me other than Kellie. We never did anything for Father’s Day or Mother’s Day until we had Sage, and those then became special days for us both.)

My parents then took a nap, as is their custom, and I listened to some music and then went on our first ever neighborhood walk with both Ivy and Coco at once. They both did a pretty amazing job, and we all enjoyed the sun and breeze, followed by them running around and playing in the back yard for a bit.

Then I went to my Quaker meeting, which was also nice.

It was a nice day.

We spent time at Ruff Life on the Lake (an amazing dog-friendly restaurant where the girls and their Uncle Bruno shared some incredible tacos). We took another nap when we got back home, naturally, and then went to Conneaut for some barbecue and ice cream. Quite a culinary adventure of a day. I was so grateful to have my parents here, to have Ivy and Coco, and to be able to experience joy and contentment in the midst of a day that was still full of sorrow and tears.

Hugs to everyone who deserves one,

Matt