All my children were still children, and they were a bright and eager bunch. Having them around was better than I knew, even when I knew it was good. On this day, I knew that having them there was very good.
And me, restless soul that I am, always climbing into an airplane, and flying off to somewhere else. Yet no place that I have ever been could give me what I found that day, May 15, 1992, in my own house and yard.
And capping it all of was Thunder Paws, brand new among us. What a bright fellow he was. Brighter than we knew. Sweeter than we could imagine. More loving than we would have believed. And so, although I have already told you the complete story of that first day, I am reluctant to leave it behind, yet again, and so I linger, for one more post, and share these five additional pictures from that day with you.