My daughter has been living back at home for about a year now and brought a dog with her. I’m okay with this because I have a couple of dogs myself. Her dog is a little more “high strung,” than mine but we’re figuring each other out (she’s figuring out I don’t give in like her mother). I have observed something on mornings when I go to let the dog, Franni, out from my daughter’s bedroom. Franni LOVES mornings! I mean this dog throws back the covers, jumps off the bed and is ready for the dawn of a new, exciting, fun-filled day!
The other morning as I watched Franni’s joyful self, I said, “What if we woke up with this kind of zeal for life?”