Happy Mother’s Day. Forever first, to the mothers who have lost a child, I see you. Wishing HMD to the want-so-badly-to-be-a-mom moms, the dad moms, the foster moms, the extra moms, and the just-like-a-moms. Happy Mother’s Day to those who have lost their moms ❤️, to the sleep-deprived baby moms, the being-screamed-at-by-teen moms, the moms in the military and the moms of the deployed. To the two mom family moms, the guy moms, the step-moms, the adoptive moms. To the cat, dog, horse, pig, animal moms. Can there ever really be enough moms?! To all the moms in my life, especially my oh-so-wonderful mama, I love you so much. And to my boys, I couldn’t have kids, and I was sad I’d never be a mom, but I was wrong. Mom’ing you has been the joy of my life. ❤️
The face that inspired a cat allergic person to order case after case of cat food for five years and countless anti ant bowls and cry tears of child abandonment night after night all the while chanting ‘kitty, kitty’ up and down the street like a lunatic. He came regularly for FIVE years. He made me love him. I put a heater and air conditioner in the bleeping garage. He scoffed at certain food, I apologized and did better the next time. I’ve chased RACOONS out of my damn garage. I’ve given the backyard hawks verbal threats. 😶 I search the neighborhood for his body and call vets and shelters regularly. Apparently he now comes every 28 days. For one meal. Then again 28 days later. WELL I DIDN’T GET THAT MEMO BOB. Lately, I’ve realized when I throw away his food every night, the right thing to do is to feed a cat in need, which I guess Bob isn’t anymore. I packed the food up today and put it in the car. He showed up two hours later. WTF. WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME BOBBBBBB? #soveryhappyhesok #buthelookswellenough #tohavecomebysooner
Melvin, Jake, and Doug each had first families who didn’t love them. It’s strange how that neglect, became our happily ever after. The boys knowing love, comfort, and safety, is my truest joy. #loveliveson❤️
This little munchkin is David Tracey. (His middle name isn’t really Tracey but I never give up). And that is his sweet dog, Tuck. My friend Jenn has ushered countless dogs from her foster care to forevers. It’s no surprise she is raising this mini animal lover & advocate. Jenn and David lost Tuck today. It was a sudden death, far too soon. Many, many, many years too f’ing soon. Tuck was perfect. In all of the wonderful ways as well as the mischievous ones. Jenn, her husband Adam, and David have giant, Tuck size holes in their hearts. We are sending all our love to this little family tonight as they begin to navigate this heartbreaking loss. @thecorbinhouse #loveliveson❤️ #goodnightbigblue
