And we sleep

My pups are my babies. I admit it. I'm proud to admit it. 

They need me. And I am enough for them. And that is a wonderful feeling. 

For most, my illness requires work from others. Work for my husband and son. Work for loved ones. But, the pups, they benefit from my illness. I have more time to hold them. More time to cuddle them. More time to baby them. 

They love it and honestly so do I. I'm needed. I'm wanted. And that is an amazing feeling. One that I cherish. And my loving Savior knew I needed love and gave me the gifts of these sweet loving pups. 

So my cuddling them and my loving them. Yep. I'm going to continue. Yes. They are spoiled. They have a great life. And my life is wonderful because of my little babies.