… waking up early to put your slimy, slobbery, two-day-old-bone-with-peanut-butter-inside beside mommy when she sleeps, so when she wakes up she will have something to play with.
… leaving the bed in the middle of the night, to sleep on the floor, because there is no more room to maneuver in the bed, so nobody else has to.
… eating puto seko from my mom’s right hand, and queso de bola from her left hand, because we like eating them both at the same time, together.
… getting my very own Jamaican beef patty, to eat by my lonesome, because my mom thought I would like it.
… my mommy playing tug with me, even if it is too much work.
… my daddy giving me at least two hours of play time a day doing PUPPY stuff.
… my daddy giving me a belly rub with his right hand, and giving my mommy a back rub with his left hand.
… my mom not touching to walls, because that would upset my dad.
… my dad trying not to be upset because of the drool on the wall, on the floor and everywhere else in between.
… my mom occasionally trying to clean up some drool so my dad would not be too upset.
… me drooling more, so my mom and my dad will have something to do together: cleaning up said drool.
… living together as a family, despite the pain and discomfort, beacuse the joy at the end of the day is worth it.
Life Lesson: Love is not one-size-fits-all. Embrace it, even if it is not really what you had in mind. If it is perfect, it’s probably fake.