After sharing my tale of woe at the slow progression of springs arrival, I was elated to find the weather warmer and the sun shining when I left work yesterday. It still wasn’t the spring weather that delights me, but it wasn’t cold. I took Mr. Sugarbears on a nice, leisurely walk and we both were the better for it.
My sweet rescue dog shares his exuberance for life and people everywhere we go. At eighty-five pounds, he can intimidate someone who is uncomfortable with dogs, so we try our best to keep our distance unless invited. When invited, Mr. Sugarbears most often rolls onto his back so that he can offer up his belly to be rubbed.
There is a home in my neighborhood that seems to be the gathering place for a minimum of five children every evening. My dog has a tendency to steer me in the direction of this home every day in hopes that the children will be outside. His face takes on the same look of extreme sadness that it does every time I leave my home when he finds the yard devoid of young folks. Normally the sounds of their giggling takes hold of his heart before we have the yard in our sight and the tug of the leash becomes quite an undertaking to hold. To be honest, my heart fills as I see the happy smiles on their faces as they see us walking down the street.
On my lunch break today the sun was shining and I was able to sit with my baby in the sun for about twenty minutes. This time in the sun with Sugie was just what I needed. I feel lighter. I feel the light.