our sweet troubleThursday, May 14, 2015
I can also only imagine how fast she was running. How the muscles in her legs stretched into spaces they never had. And how her senses were exploding with all of the wonderful smells. Never once looking back at the walls where she lives.
I hope she ate a mole for dinner. And chased a bunny down it's hole. I hope she chased the deer and when she was tired stopped. I hope she dug the deepest hole in the earth and covered her sweet body with the forest. But what I hope most is that she senses our hurt hearts and she comes home to us, today.