We loved Butterball. It gave us a glimpse of the future. Of other puppies. Of kids. Of family life. I have to be so thankful for that.
The past week taught me a lot about my husband. He fell in love with our puffball. He loved being Butterball's daddy. He protected me from the hard things at the end. He held me when I cried, even while tears streamed down his own face. He's made me remember the good things. If I am sad, I have to start naming all the fun we have in those short five days. It helps. This week taught me so much about this wonderful man I married. It taught us a lot about the team we are together. I never would have made it without him.
As the days go on, the tears are fewer and fewer. I've had a pretty productive day today. I haven't cried (yet. I still might.) But there are more smiles, and more good memories.
I hope to get back to my normal schedule this week (for school, work, cleaning, cooking and blogging). Last week there was no such thing as normal. I was on Cloud 9 Sunday to Tuesday, and so sad from Wednesday on.
I still plan on sharing some of the fun times we had with Butterball. I hope you'll laugh and smile when you read them. They are the things that I need to remember.
Thanks for all of your love and support.