I witnessed the utmost example of hope the other day. The true belief that something would occur if one willed it so. Unfortunately, the party in question was met with disappointment - but only for now.
I find our sweet pup, Olive staring down our darling daughter in her floor swing. She's physically leaning at a 45 degree angle. What could she so intently be trying to communicate with our infant? What had Maddie done that had rendered Olive frozen to the spot and unable to move?
Little Maddie continued to wiggle away in her wing. She kicked like crazy and wiggled a bunch and even cooed a few times. Were Maddie and Olive communicating already? What deep world secret was Olive trying to impart to Maddie? What childhood dream was Maddie already sharing with Olive? What troublesome plan were they concocting?
Nothing quite so nefarious - Olive wanted to play and apparently, she wanted to play with Maddie. Now. Olive had quite graciously placed her ball in between Maddie's feet in the swing. And Maddie was trying to kick it, but not having the best of luck.
Give her a few more months Olive - I guarantee she'll be ready to play by then and you'll be quite overwhelmed, I'm sure. Perhaps then you'll be "leaning" another way.
Awww! That's so sweet! Good girl Olive!
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