The minute I open the bedroom door, this is the face that I get to see. The one that steals my heart each and every morning.
This is the place that Kylie reserves for her morning ritual – her own sanctuary of zen in the wee early morning hours sitting upon the over-sized burgundy chair in the living room.
A place she waits patiently as John makes a pot of coffee. Once he is ready to put his work boots on, he gently squeezes in next to Kylie in the chair built for two – a Lab and her papa.
This is what she waits for all morning. One-on-one with John as he rubs her ears and strokes her fur — and an ever deepening love that passes back and forth between them in those precious, suspended-in-time moments.
A Lab and her papa. A love like no other.
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