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A Distant Memory & A Cup Of Cocoa…

I’m drinking a hot cocoa for the first time in years. It tastes like my childhood! Seriously, it does.

So I’mma tell y’all about one of my favorite childhood memories. Now fair warning, I have no idea why it’s one of my favorites nor do I know why I remember it so vividly.

Here we go….

One cold, early morning when I was roughly around six, seven, maybe eight years old, my Mom made my dad a cup of steaming hot coffee and asked me to take it outside to him.

I remember it was pretty outside. The frost on the ground was beginning to thaw, but it still had that white, crystalline look to it. It was cold outside. I was bundled in a jacket. It was a thick one. Not a flimsy, it’s a little cool out, but a true, keep-a-kid warm kind of jacket. The sun was bright, the sky was blue and clear. I could hear birds.

I started across the front yard, carefully holding the cup of coffee, and thought, this coffee smells good. Now, I don’t know how much I knew about coffee before that, or how much attention I’d paid to the smell, but I took notice that morning.

Once I was about halfway across the yard I ever so conspicuously stuck a finger in the cup and then, after pulling it back out, popped it into my mouth to taste the coffee.

I didn’t like the taste and decided then that coffee was just one of those things that smelled good, but tasted awful. Ya know, like gasoline! πŸ˜‚ (I’ve never tasted gas, but I’m sure it would taste awful!)

Anyway, I took the cup to my dad then went back inside. I have no idea why I remember that so well, other than maybe, even in my little person brain, I knew my dad would have been like, you did whaaat to my coffee?! (Not in a mean way. I have a really great, loving dad. Just in a regular parent, my kid just ruined my coffee kind of way. πŸ˜‚)

And for some reason, that’s one of my favorite memories. I have no idea why. Still to this day though, I love the smell of coffee but hate the way it tastes. Hence, the cocoa. That I can do.

Isn’t it amazing what something as simple as a cup of cocoa can bring to mind? A distant memory about a cup of coffee on a cold, winter morning, a vivid recounting of that very tale.

Cool, huh?

Also… To my Dad, if you’re reading this… Sorry?… πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‰

Heather. ❀️

Love!

Oh, how love knows no bounds. πŸ™‚

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In the last 2 years, since we brought home our sweet Pepper (pictured adorably above πŸ™‚ ) I have done things I never would have thought I’d do in a million years.

After she ate a giant rag when she was about 5 months old, she got sick, threw it up …. & I did something that day that I never thought possible. — As any good dog would, she had decided that she would eat it again. So, without even thinking, I raced over, grabbed it, & proceeded to play tug-o-war (this really wasn’t meant to be a game, I was attempting to save her life, because of course, as any new doggy mommy would know, I just knew if she ate that thing up again she’d die for sure.. Lol) Β Anyhow, I wrestled the disgusting rag away from her & felt rather victorious in doing so….. right up until it dawned on me that she had just thrown it up. — Eww. — I loved her so much I never even considered the Eww factor until I was well passed the point of no return. — & when she looked up at me with her tiny little face, all happy & content, I didn’t even care how disgusting it was. — Love. It’s a funny thing.

Once, while on a walk, I realized we stumbled upon a wasp nest in a field. As they swarmed all around her, I thought, Oh my! I have to get her out of here. She, of course, was oblivious to them & I, of course, was about to panic. — When it was all said & done, & we were clear of them…. it was I, not her, that ended up with an ice pack & the Benadryl. Lol, that’s right…. I got stung & she walked away without a care in the world. — But I was okay with that. — I despise insects that sting. I’m an adult & I still run away from them, even in public, Lol I’m not making that up. — But not that day. For her, I lingered around with a bunch of sadistic little stingers long enough to get us both away. — Love, It’s a funny thing.

I have countless stories that I could share. So many things like the ones I just talked about. Moments where I did things for her or made decisions because of her that I never thought I would. All because I love her.

She is part of our lives, our family, and I can tell you that when the day comes that she is no longer with us… I will be incredibly heartbroken.

There really is something special about dogs! πŸ™‚
How could one not love them?

-Heather!