My goal in life is to be as good of a person my dog already thinks I am.
Toby took me for a walk today. He knows every tree and bush in our neighborhood so he sniffed as I snapped photos. Our home (with the little red car and over-sized blue spruce) was built eighty years ago so I assume most of the other homes near here were too. As we walked, I thought about the play, The Blue Bird (L’Oiseau bleu) by Maurice Maeterlinck. Like the characters in the play, I went in search of happiness and found it when I returned home.