Some call it the first day of the rest of your life.
Today, we celebrate Justin’s cousin Brad and his new wife Kelly, on their first day together as husband and wife.
As they take this next step together we begin a new journey with one of our very own:
Number One Pup.
Today, Pup came home to his family.
Actually, Pup came home to the entire Davis Family Reunion.
After spending over a month at the kennel, (which we lovingly call “Camp Countryside”) in order to heal a disk that slipped in his back, Pup has now slipped back into our lives.
Albeit with a permanent back injury, a few spots licked raw on his front paw and one “happy tail” (the official diagnosis for dogs who wag their tail so hard against the kennel wall the skin breaks into a bloody mess).
But, having him here is as if he never left.
Over the course of this year I have been asked many questions about The Promise 365, including: why I started it, what I’m discovering and the most pressing question: What has been the hardest part?
At the beginning of this year, I would have answered that question with, “writing every day” — but, writing soon became a routine, and I learned how to fit it into my day. Like most overwhelming goals in life it just took consistent practice.
After my month-long cleanse I would have answered, “giving up chocolate and sugar” — but even chocolate, I soon learned could be worked around, replaced, or substituted with healthy alternatives. (Although, this Davis Family is putting my chocolate embargo to the test! I am happy to report I have not caved — yet.)
Tonight, as I sit with Pup at my feet, writing this post, my answer to that question is most definitely, “living without Pup” — because, even though he will forever have a bad back and currently sports a shaved spot on his leg and a bandaged tail, he is home.
And, as I sit in the glow of The Davis Family Reunion, I realize Pup is just another one of these people.
Kind, full of hugs, open arms, and the willingness to lend a paw or two to someone in need. I might even go as far to say lick his plate clean.
They say you can never go home.
I beg to differ.
And, so does Pup.