Hope y’all had a great Mother’s Day. I know I did.
Madeline and I went to see my daughter, her husband and my grands, both kids and dogs. Watching them play and enjoy made my heart sing. Sitting at their breakfast table eating dinner, I had to smile at their lives.
I’m at the age now where I can look back and enjoy watching my children go through the spiritual effort of life’s growth. If it isn’t bad, it can be funny at times. And I was watching karma in action.
My daughter surprised me with a gift for Madeline. On May 28th Mysti will have been gone for two years and we’re both feeling it pretty hard. Madeline played with Mysti’s reincarnation, a little three pound Yorkie and had the best of times too. Not only that but we came home with a little white dog weighing about five or six pounds that Madeline insisted I bring home.
At this time a little white dog wasn’t what I wanted but she needed a loving home and she’s growing on me. Madeline balked when I was loading suitcases and went to pick her up to bring her home. She backed up away from me, looked around at Gabriella (I didn’t name her), and told me that she wasn’t going without her. So, you guessed it. Gabrielle came home with us. They even hold hands while sleeping.
Anger with my daughter has subsided even though you never, ever, give a live gift unless it’s requested.
Once home and walking out of my closet, I had a déjà vu moment where I remembered telling some friends that Mysti hadn’t returned to us but a small white dog had come to live. Was it meant to be? Madeline thinks so.