July 23rd will mark the four-year anniversary of losing our dog. He was an eighty-pound Alaskan Shepherd, which is a cross between a German Shepherd and a Malamute. He was 7 years old when he passed. His name was Gunner, but we also called him G-Dawg, Mr. Puppy, or just Puppy.
I love this picture of him that’s on my husband’s bulletin board. He’d just come home that day from a bath at the groomer. He was nice and fluffy and wearing this very handsome kerchief, kinda like a superhero. He always looked so handsome in red, which was his signature color, but it was the accompanying statement that captured our hearts.
What a wonderful world it would be if we were to wear our hearts on our sleeves, or in this case, on our backs! What if we walked around living this belief, decorating ourselves with its message. We could pick out our most flattering fabrics and design our own logos, spreading love wherever we go.
“I am loved.” What can you claim in your life better than that? It is such a simple sentence that just so happens to contain the essence of the Universe within it. To love and to be loved, that is the gist our of life story. Love is our superpower. Grab your cape and get moving!