Noodle and been the only request for our eldest son’s last birthday.
He was insistent.
And his daddy was a sucker.
So, yeah.
We now had sixteen pitties.
One poodle.
Three animals that dared to call themselves children.
And more love than I could have ever imagined finding in my life.
“It’s good, mama,” A said, giving my body a squeeze as our sons laughed outside, the baby gave a little kick, and Noodle curled up on top of Val. “It’s all good.”
And it was.