Monday, July 9, 2007


His grin was ear to ear as he pulled up outside baggage claim. On the way home, he couldn't stop reaching over, to touch my leg, to hold my hand, as if making sure I was really there with him. I think I loved him more that day than ever before. The Buds weren't so immediately sure. I stuck my head around the corner and watched them in their crate. They stared back at me without moving. When I spoke, though, they knew me. I think I finally understood: my sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me. We laid in bed that afternoon, all of us, having Family Time. It's still a strange feeling sometimes, to have my own family, distinct from my parents and siblings. But that's what we are, and when not all the pieces are present, there's a gaping hole and things just don't feel right.

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