Picture this... I get home from grocery shopping and start working on putting Reed's favorite bangers and mash together for dinner (ie putting the sausages and other stuff in the crock pot).
It's a gorgeous day.. 74°F and sunny. I have all the windows open to enjoy the breeze. I leave the French doors open to the screened in porch. Dixie likes to sit in the sun sniffing, so I try to let her sit outside all she can before it gets too hot and the ac must come on around mid May.
I notice Newby isn't at my feet, his normal spot, looking for bits of goodies to drop from the counter for his vacuuming mouth to enjoy. I put down my knife and look out on the porch to find my little boy sitting in the sun all by himself.
I just about cried.
This is a huge step for Newby. He had been left on the porch a lot with his old owners so with us the porch has been avoided... basically sprinting from the back screened door into the house when he comes inside from pottying. To see him outside, by his own choice, enjoying the sun made me so happy.
That must be what "safety" looks like...
Yesterday our safety was rattled, yet again, with the explosions at the Boston Marathon. We had all just gotten settled, comfortable only to see these senseless acts of violence against our fellow humans. I don't know about you, but like Newby has been, it's gonna take me a while to feel safe again... to enjoy the sunshine without a bit of fear.
To all the families affected yesterday, our family sends you love and prayers. To the city of Boston, here is hoping that the culprits are found quickly and you can venture on your "porch" again, without fear, soon.