I love how you called around midnight, down by the gas station, with urgency in your voice.
Little black puppies were barking, licking your shoes and wiggling against your pants. You didn’t want them to be hurt – you wanted to take them home.
The tone of your voice gave it away. You are so tender and compassionate. I just think you had no idea that you were that thoughtful about little black puppies in the middle of the night.
We thought of warm milk, cardboard boxes and keeping them in the cottage overnight. But then we realized they wouldn’t get the attention that they needed because of the next few weeks being Crazy and Insane.
It went against our grain to let them go. You wanted to follow them down the side street, as they were trotting (mostly wiggling) fast as they could as if a great adventure awaited them.
I reminded you that if He sees the sparrows – he sees the wiggly black puppies.
Your heart is so gentle and sweet. I’m going to be so proud to be your wife.
So, when can we get a puppy?