On days like this, when spring has sprung rapidly, making up for lost time, rushing into summer, I know what I am grateful for. I am grateful for this beautiful boy, who has been playing in the garden all day, chasing water, looking stunning. After he nearly died last year I stayed true to the mantra that I said through that dark night, that may have bern his last "please let Harley live, I have so much more love to give him." And I give him love every day, true to my word.
On days like this I am grateful for my husband, we nearly didn't make it, but we worked hard, we learned our lessons, and we are stronger than we have ever been.
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