I am not a Baby Person. (I mean other people’s babies; of course I love my babies.) I will pinch their fat legs and say “awww” at their universal cuteness, but I won’t ask to hold your baby. I’m good.
I like dogs much more than I like babies, but my dog, I can barely find the words of the love I have for him. I kiss him, rub his belly and snuggle his nose. He may have fur and I know where his tongue has been (ewww) but he’s more than a dog to me, he’s family.
The last few years have been stressful for me. It was pretty traumatic moving away from my beloved New Jersey town and although we have been in Georgia now for years, it still doesn’t feel like home. I live here, but I’m not rooted. Adding Chili Dawg to our family last year made me feel a bit more anchored.
Of course I have a human family that I care for everyday. I plan, I cook, I drive, I play. I love and propel them towards their dreams. It’s both what I love to do and feel called to do. But they are humans and as such they are complex creatures intellectually, physically, emotionally and spiritually. Those relationships are as exhausting as they are rewarding.
But my relationship with Chili Dawg is wonderfully simple: I love on him and he loves on me. And that’s all that’s needed.