You may recall that in the past I have been less than enthusiastic about my quality of life since darling Madeleine arrived.
I must ask, dear reader, have you never spoken in haste and later, upon deeper reflection, decided that you had been mistaken? I fear I must today admit such a hotheaded error.
It is true, at times the little dear can be "a pill":
...but who among us has not, during our delightful puppy years, ruffled a few feathers?
Much more importantly, I feel that Madeleine and I have reached a certain... mutual understanding:
I've never felt so pampered. It's like she can actually read my thoughts, which go something like this: That looks good! Can I have some?! Huh?! Huh?! Ooo, that too! How about a bite of that?! All these years of getting a scrap here and a scrap there, and wondering if all my mental energy was in vain. And now I'm surprised by joy!
As one reaches midlife, one can begin to give up on finding a soul mate. If that's you, I just want to say, keep dreaming the dream. It's happened for me, and it can happen for you, too.
Sincerely,
Paloma
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