On Levity

My boy dog, Miles, is a great dog. And he's worried about me, clearly- as I've spent a lot of time crying in the past 36 hours. He just curls into my side, occasionally nudging his nose into my lap and looking at me with his big soulful brown eyes. Maybe he knows more than I give him credit for, because he randomly just ate the paper that my doctor had jotted down the IVF clinics contact info on. I can't ever remember him eating paper before, not even when he was a puppy.

Nobody can make it go away. But he makes it a little better.

Until next time,

Grace