On this day eight years ago was a Sunday. In fact it was Mother’s Day.
I was visiting our dear friends Sherry and Larry in Texas and they were making a big fuss over me because I was pregnant and it was technically my first Mother’s day. My husband was making a big fuss of me over the phone. I felt happy and special and then I got an email.
It was from Debra informing me that Jet gave birth to ten healthy pups and our baby boy we were on the waiting list for will be available for pick up in 8 weeks time.
Can you believe 8 years have past since? I still remember sleeping on the floor with Max when we first brought him home cause he missed his mommy, walking him every morning with my friend Pauline, the first time he met Julian and licked his cheek, the day we collected him from the airport as he arrived from England. I remember him protecting Julian from a dog that attack him at the park, sulking when Bruce first came to our lives and the day he finally let him snuggle with him. Max means so much to us all, more then we ever imagined.
Wishing you my sweet boy a very happy 8th Birthday and so very many more to come!