Tomorrow, I am driving to central Washington to pick up a puppy.
Avery died 11 months ago. Part of me says it’s time, part of me says it will never be time. I still cry almost every day when I think of my girl. She was the love of my life and the light of my days. I will never be over it.
I’m sure this puppy will be adorable and funny and that Sloane and Stella will love her. I’m just not sure I’m ready.
Wish me luck.
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+ I love this sleeveless linen dress and this floral mini dress for summer.
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+ A light summer pasta dish with lemon and arugula. (WaPo, gift link)
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+ Listening to this Ronan Farrow podcast on my walks. (Audible)
+ This body stone from Kate McLeod smells divine.
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+ This Theory Apron Top is so 90s-coded, I can barely stand it.
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Good luck with the puppy, Belle. Avery will never be replaced. This new lucky pup will earn a place in your heart in an entirely new way. I lost the canine love of my life 7 years ago and still keep her pawprint on my desk. My “new” dog has been part of the daily fabric of my kids’ childhood, and that feels immensely special in its own, beautiful, different way. Safe travels, and please keep us posted!