It’s something I think about on a daily basis. It’s one of those things that makes me wish I could speak people because sometimes writing in people isn’t enough. Especially since there is this misconception that us four-legged folk can’t see color. The truth is, we can see it, just not to the extent that people can. We see a limited color spectrum, but that doesn’t mean I can’t tell what is happening around here right around this time of year.
Dear baby Carter is almost nine months old and something magical is happening outside. Fall. From the ground up, I think it is my favorite season. I noticed it today because all of a sudden the leaves on the trees started turning colors, seemingly overnight. There are a lot of trees in the neighborhood of my forever home, so it’s quite a sight to be seen.
It is powerful enough to make one pause and ponder the passing of the seasons. To think about the travel of time, and how no moment is worth wasting.
So today as I found myself enjoying the slightest chill in the air, I reflected on life and the pursuit of happiness. My people recently ventured out of town for a night, the first time they had both spent time away from dear baby Carter, and I think they are the better for it. Well, really I know they are the better for it, but not because of any words.
I’ve been with them for more than four years now, so I can say with some authority it doesn’t take words for either of them to show compassion for one another. And I don’t think it does for any other relationship either, at least from what I can tell. Instead, I have observed nonverbal cues that say so much with so few words.
Like dad opening the door for mom when she gets in the car. Or mom taking an extra step (or three) to make sure the house is clean when dad gets home. Its these (and other) little things that bring their love to life.
It might be something I think about on a daily basis. And yes, the ability to speak people out loud would change so much about how I communicate my feelings. But that doesn’t change the feelings themselves. Those remain steadfast and true, regardless of how I communicate them. Because, whether you have four legs or two, feelings have a language all their own.