It is well

Little Sunny, chillin' out in the backyard. Yes, she has tons of puppy in her, but even at 4 months we have frequent glimpses of one potentially laid back dog. So much so that Kevin has said, "do you think anything's wrong with her?" No. I don't, but you never know. We see the vet next week.



She's getting into sticks and a tennis ball, but not obsessively so. Her obsession seems to be people. She just wants to please and hang out with us. She's slid nicely right into the family and is a much needed addition. Don't get me wrong I love my cats and wouldn't trade Betsey in for anything, but there's something indescribable a dog does that fills the heart.

I'm glad we waited almost two years since the passing of our beloved, Emma, the Golden Retriever Mix stray that found me in graduate school. She has a place in our hearts only she could fill, and we've missed her so.

But things seem just right now. This morning I found myself humming the tune to a hymn. Don't know the exact title, but the words, "it is well, it is well, with my soul" keep playing in my head.