Bayley_the_Wheaten

Bayley is our Soft Coated Wheaten Terrier, he is 4 already. The above title is his instagram handle, yes he has an insta! He is spoiled in every sense of the word. I tried not to spoil my kids, but this dog is spoiled. He is always on the couch or bed. He pretty much gets whatever he wants, treats, pets, rubs, birthday parties, playdates, etc. Of course he is well fed and gets lots of exercise, walks. Pretty much, "What Bayley wants, Bayley gets". In all serouisness, he is the best! I always thought I did not want a dog and I did not really enjoy them. But post cancer, I thought how bad can a dog be, it can't be worse then cancer. So in June 2017, we picked up Bayley in CT, all 5 pounds of him. He had piranha teeth as a puppy, and he was not afraid to use them. (his fangs) But he grew out of that and into a lovely dog. He has his moments, barking, killing rabbits, etc, but he is a love. He has helped me in so many ways and has made with my anxiety, PTSD from cancer easier than before. He has me laughing, walking, running around and petting him feeling better in moments. I thank God for Bayley as an addition to my family!

College Drop Off

We drove home in a hurricane today from Cornell; dropping Lizzy off for her sophomore year at Cornell! It was so nice this year, the only Covid restriction was to wear a mask indoors. (Much better than freshman year, "drop your child off at the curb with 2 suitcases and drive away.", they said.) This year, we were able to go in the bookstore, the coolest library, walk around campus, move her into her townhouse! I love the townhouse and the bustle of the students and parents on campus. Seeing everyone walking around and going into buildings was exciting. :) Then why do I feel like something is mising right now? Because I am home and one of my children is 6 hours away. I know she will have a great year; she has great roommates, boyfriend, friends, classes, clubs, a job; but this letting go is one of the hardest thing I have done. It's part of life, I know, but I miss her. And I feel guilty saying that because people in Afganistan are trying to get their families to safety, their lives depending on it! So I do feel thankful, I know I truly am. But maybe I'll still let a tear or two run down my cheek.