The mornings are cooler and crisper. Snippets of fall color are appearing in the trees. Leaves on our maple tree are beginning to flutter ever so slowly down to the ground, one by one.

While I feel a sense of wanting to accomplish many projects, I also feel a tug of slowing down. Oh, the ebb and flow of life.

After Kylie eats her breakfast she makes her way back to bed to snuggle in for the morning. Oh, to be a dog!

A new morning ritual that began this weekend is that I lay a soft blanket over her. I love to take a few moments and linger by her side.  I lay my head on her side and stroke her head. I tell her how much I love her. I call her my little pony.

It’s all that matters. No matter what else the day may be full of, or what it may bring, this is what matters. Love.

Love for a dog who has taught me that I am enough. She loves me. All of me. And I love her. Oh, how I love her.

Our bond a steady stream of growth over the years. Growing richer and deeper with each passing day.

It’s what matters. It’s all that matters.