i wanted to capture this moment and share. that is what this blog is for right? to document moments i don’t want to forget. a living scrapbook if you will.
this friday evening, i am priming my trestle table in my craft room. the husband is outside mowing. it occurred to me that my bestest companion was not with me. i assumed he was outside. i kept on priming. once finished i go to clean the paint brush and out of the corner of my eye see my dear sweet boy, sam.
we have started leaving him in the sunroom when we aren’t home. i have started to notice the past couple of days that the couch was unusually covered in hair. i think i now know that this is his new place of comfort.