Memories and Blessings

Yesterday was a hard day. It marked six months since Baylor died. I can't believe that six months have already passed. Sometimes it seems as if only last week she was right here, beside me. Sometimes the pain is still so great that it takes my breath away. I know that people might wonder how I can still be mourning a dog. But to them, I simply say, "She wasn't your dog." Baylor was quite simply the best thing that ever happened to me. She gave me so much more than I could ever give to another human being. And she gave it of herself quite selflessly. There are days when I still cry, all day long. And there are times when I look up toward the heavens and wonder if she is looking down on me. Chris sent me flowers yesterday. They were beautiful. They were in the colors of green and gold. The colors of the Baylor Bears. I went and visited her grave yesterday. I told her how much I still missed her and how much I still love her. And how much I still need her. Especially now.





Because....we're having a BABY! Shocking, I know. I'm still trying to adjust. Chris is beside himself with excitement. He can barely walk a straight line or utter an intelligible sentence. But we are certainly excited. Just a little scared. Are you ever prepared for parenthood? And those sleepless nights? I do love my sleep. So of course, the real reason we went to Chicago, as evidenced by the above pictures was to tell his parents. Obviously, they are quite excited. And so here we go. About to begin the ride of our lives, well at least for the next eighteen years. But here's the amazing thing. My due date is the day Baylor died. And you can't tell me that that was coincidence. God is good, bless the Bear.