Josh and Bailey do a little father-daughter bonding
after arriving home from the hospital late last week.
For a moment the room was filled with the euphonic and blissful sound of absolute contentment: the barely audible wheeze of air filtering through the black and wet nostrils of the dogs and the itty-bitty nose of Bailey. I was still holding my breath.
So it was with a little jerk of fright that after only a few seconds or so I woke and glanced down at Bailey. She was just managing – intentionally or not – to lift the corners of her mouth in her first-ever smile.
Their bemused doggie stares reminded me that such is the stuff of life and, most probably, there will be additional "firsts" down the road.