We've been having a bit of a rough week. Or maybe we haven't and I just know no better.

She might be teething. She might be not getting enough hindmilk. She might just be 3 months going on 14 years.

Who knows.

But today we had soup together, just the two of us. It was our first lunch date and it was lovely.


I ate the soup and she licked the condensation off the water glass.

And lately when I lay down next to her she touches my face ever so gently. She grabs the dog as tight as she can, so this soft touch makes me feel special.


Or maybe she can tell I'm a delicate flower.

Who knows.

An hour with her feels like seven; a day, a week.