Groomed For Love

The dogs wait patiently, knowing they’ll all be fed at the same time we eat and the kids carry on their antics as they race to the bathroom to wash up.

“We did good didn’t we,” I ask her watching them both disappear down the hallway, listening to them. Looking into Naomi’s eyes as I feel my heart flutter for the twentieth time today.

“We did real good Michael Parker,” she says, only calling me that when she really means it.

“I love you, Naomi,” I whisper to her, pulling her close and kissing her tenderly.

“Love you more and more each day.”