If you have a particular faith or religion, that is good. But you can survive without it. ~ Dalai Lama
Today’s challenge was to determine what you’d like to come back as in your next life and send a note to the Dalai Lama. To begin with I am, as my daughter would say “a fan” of the Dalai Lama. Any religious leader that seems to understand that “religion” is a vague term at best is an admirable creature.
If I could come back again as an animal… I think I’d like to be a dog. But only if I could pick my family. I’d love to be a dog in a house with children. I’d like very much if my primary responsibilities were doling out love and making funny faces. That sounds like a helluva way to live.
Long before I was a mother, I had a baby. Here he is the week we brought him home.
I miss you every damn day. I know you’re happy at the beach. And I know you’re where you belong. But I know the smiles that you’d have brought to Emily’s life would have just grown exponentially.
The last time I was at your house I snapped this picture really quickly and it makes me smile. You’re smiling.
You are always smiling. I look at your face now and I think “where the hell did you get those gray hairs?” This is much the same way I feel when I look at my own face. So many nights I held your sweet face in my hands and wept. Did you know that everyone thinks you stink like “dog” but I think you smell like Fritos. Perhaps that salty smell is all the tears you absorbed in your youth. Or maybe it is the ocean that is so deep in your mangy ass that it will never come clean, no matter how many times you’re sprayed with a hose in the driveway. Either way, I think you smell delicious. Just like Fritos.
Yeah… if I can come back… I wanna be a dog. My dog, to be exact.