atlas says stay
i curl up at the foot of the bed,
a stack of pillows behind me,
journal & pen in my hand.
you are lying
lengthwise
on the bed,
(on your bed, you’d say)
your head near me.
you wriggle
backward-forward
backward-forward
backward-forward
until
your head
touches
my thigh.
you push your head against me,
burrowing in.
your head
finally
at rest,
you let out a long groan-sigh.
it says, this is nice.
it says, i am content.
it says, stay.
the sound
enters
my ears,
slips down
my spine,
and lands
in my heart.
if i could,
i would stay
here
forever.
perfection.
and that’s truly one of the most beautiful pictures i’ve seen of our silver puppy.
and there have been hundreds.
but he looks like he’s made of silk.
and he is…
over a huge beating heart that loves elizabeth.
XO♥
It is one of my favorite photos. His soft kissable wonderfully perfect head. (I spent most of that particular day sitting with him on the bed because I was worried about him – it turned out he will be fine so no worries there – and I thought I would capture the moment.)
It is very comforting the way a dog will press its head against your body.
It is! I like it especially when he does it when we’re standing. So sweet.
Oh Lib… so sweet. I know how that anxiety can feel.
<3