These are my two eldest
This morning I got up and went through to the back door to let my pack out.
Four PitBulls make a rambunctious roiling of four-footed mayhem when they're happy to see you and equally happy to be going outside.
They tend to democratically jostle me-the alpha bitch- with heavy-pawed abandon at 4 in the morning.
I looked at our second-youngest, Chippy, whose battle-scarred face bore a couple more lacerations this morning after his latest tangle with the razor wire next to the compost heap.
I wondered how much pain he was in-wagging his tail, treading on my toes and licking his brothers in his commute to the door.
It hit me so suddenly then- a deep, overwhelming awe at the majesty and mystery of Life in all its teeming forms.
I don't think I can possibly put it into words now, but the feeling has stayed with me.
I am content, peaceful and deep-down happy to Be Here.Again.
On the verge of remembering How We Did It.