

Almost one year ago we brought Scarlett home. This Sunday will be one year since Samson and I drove to pick up little tiny. Actually she's not quite so tiny anymore, small, but we still call her tiny. She makes me laugh everyday. And I remember these moments when I'm watching her pee on the carpet just inches from her pee pad. How she gets it one minute and not the next is beyond me, but she's cute and lucky for her. Everyday I come home from work wondering what she's going to surprise me with. Wednesday I came home to have Samson greet me at the door.... alone. Needless to say, I immediately thought "she's stuck somewhere." Sure enough, I hear barking coming from the back hallway. She had jumped over the baby gate and was sitting in the hallway between the bedrooms. Why she decided she needed to be back there I'll never know, but there she was, barking her head off. Aparently she couldn't make it back over. I then turn around to find Samson and he's sitting in the middle of the living room, where I see that two of the Christmas stockings are no longer hanging from the fireplace, but are now on the living room floor. And Samson's looking at me like "I don't know why you left those where she could get them and now she's on the other side of the baby gate and you know I didn't do this." There are the stockings I had just bought for them, chewed to bits. Not only that, but she had gutted one of their stuffed toys and there was stuffing all over the floor. It looked like it had snowed in the living room. And again, Sam is looking at me like "you got her, you did this, you clean it up." I swear if he could talk. So, I cleaned up the living room, while Sam watched and Scarlett tore into another toy. And I laughed. I hate that Jason misses these moments. Not so he could clean it up, because that wouldn't happen, but so he could laugh with me. These are the little things I remember when I'm having a bad day or I'm sad about our fertility problems. I wish everyone had these moments. And maybe everyone does and they don't stop to enjoy them. But they should.
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