Well, hubby and I decided to adopt a second puppy. The driving force behind it was so that our older pup has a little brother to (eventually) play and hang out with. Of course it doesn't hurt for us to have another little being in the house, all cute and cuddly.
There is no question that I have had to adjust expectations over the years due to illness. The idea of having kids quickly disappeared long before I was ready to give up that dream, and lifelong aspirations had to be.... redirected.
Apart from random emotional moments and feelings of a bit of loss, I have harbored only a little resentment. Sure, my life took turns I never would have anticipated, but it has led me in directions I have loved to explore.
My greatest aspirations in life - like marriage, a family, a home, that white-picket-fence feeling, and love - have all been fulfilled. Love really truly is the most important thing. Whether it is great friends that are always there no matter what, the love of family who are always finding a balance between concern and support, from pets, for others, for hobbies, for fellow men and women, love is the thing. The epitome of this life. Love from and for . And it's everywhere.
I am lucky.
Even though I am exhausted from staying up with a brand new baby pupper, even though my bladder is still wonky and my migraines are in full force, even though I get frustrated when pups are whining and I am stuck puking in the washroom - my life is full.
Completely full.
Now all I have to learn how to do is to stop feeling anxious and terrified to lose this wonderfully full life.
But, I guess, why worry? Try and prepare, try and keep cautious when necessary, and enjoy every single minute that we can.
My lifelong dream of having a beautifully completed family has come true.
Who cares if I'm sick if I get to experience all of this.
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