|Face wet from chomping on snow.|
If my own birthday is my second least favorite day of the year, today is my very least favorite day of the year. It's my baby's birthday. She is exactly 11 paws old today. That number terrifies me and sends me into a full on ugly cry more often than I care to admit.
|Every night after dinner, she rearranges the pillows. Princesses need pillows!|
This little love is truly a gift from God. She loves unconditionally. She cracks me up like no one else can. She has the best expressions that speak volumes. And she has the softest little ears and nose on the planet.
Without doubt, Sadie is the love of my life!
So happy 11th birthday, baby girl! Today you get extra love (as if you could fit any more into your day, but we shall try), extra treats (again...no big need for more, you little treat-filled fur ball), and an extra something at dinner (your love language). I'm celebrating all day in hopes that you feel extra extra special.
Cheers to the very best fur baby! I love you to the moon and back, Sadie!
|This sweet face wakes me up every morning.|