Most days, Gracie chooses to wait here while I prepare her meals. She also waits here when told so that I can keep an eye on her as I prepare our meals. Sweet as she is, she’s capable of a bit of mischief — just a wee bit. “Gracie, stay,” I said as I pointed to her puffy bed, confident the crochet pattern I left out would be safe — for the time being — from her paper-shredding little teeth.
Bright sunshine sifted through tall trees spilled in the big window above the sink, and the windowpane shadow cast on Gracie and her bed danced as the trees swayed in the wind. Her eyes widened and squinted in rhythm with the alternating light and dark, but she never moved. “Good girl!,” I said meaning it as I got down low for a picture of my life.
…valuing each day as more than just a boring prelude to the exciting future.
— Alicia Britt Chole, Anonymous
it is hard to see where Gracie ends and fluffy bed begins here, but not hard to see why she would stay, soaking up the warmth from the sunlight as it dances over her.
March 8th, 2021
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