A Reblog You Won’t Soon Forget: The First Time

I’m going to skip the clever intro and cut to the heart of the matter: You need to read this:

The First Time.

When I got home from work, my puppy Porter was in the window wagging his big fluffy tail. Dane was sitting on the couch, watching a documentary on the History Channel. I changed my clothes and we went to Zen West Roadside Cantina to celebrate Cinco de Mayo with sangria.

He had fish tacos for dinner and I had a quesadilla. We talked about little things of no importance and recalled the loud, old Jewish couple sitting in front of us at the Mary Poppins production we saw the night before. He was good at imitating them and it made me laugh so hard. I remember where we were sitting in the restaurant and the little kid running in circles who repeatedly played the same, really annoying song on the jukebox while his mom and dad completely ignored him. I don’t recollect what song it was now, but it was spinning in my tipsy head as I tried to fall asleep later that night.

Back at my house, we drank wine and watched a show that was saved on the DVR. Porter chased his tail and we laughed. Dane suggested that he was just like that kid at the restaurant, really, except fluffy. He adored Porter. He was mad when I first rescued him because he didn’t want a dog, but as you can see, he fell in love with him pretty quickly:

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Imagine what our lives would be like if we knew exactly how many days we had to live: If we could see the endgame at all times would that affect our behavior? Would we take the time to truly cherish those closest to us, or would we just drift through life as most of us currently do?

La La has given me reason to pause and reflect.

I suggest you do the same.

Be well, my friends.