I'm a mom.
I'm a whistle (insider analogy)
I'm exactly who God created.
...and I'm learning how to be.
So tonight I sit, not looking at what I've missed. but looking at the chance to start. So what better place to start than where I left off... back in January 2016.
A piece of my soul was painfully but gently filled as we welcomed a new puppy into our family. Welcome Rocky Top Phipps!
But God knew better and had a plan.
We set out on a Saturday and visited several adoption days at local pet supply stores. Last stop and there, trembling like a leaf, was "Marco." Wasn't what I had in mind, but my precious girls couldn't direct their focus elsewhere but on the scared little doggy that wouldn't even bark. He wouldn't even be coaxed out of his kennel with a treat. Pulled out, he sat curled up on us shaking and trembling. It was all over now...we could not leave this scared pup behind. So six-month old "Marco-the-rescued-from-a-kill-shelter" pup, joined our family.
Trembling all the way home, he got a name change to Rocky (named after his place of birth, TN). Once home, Rocky became loved on like never before.
As for my heart....it was OK. What I thought was replacing Hank really wasn't replacing. As I watched Emma and Hope with Rocky, it didn't take long for me to realize it was going to be OK. Hank had been with me before the girls were born. He was my dog and he was loved immensely by the girls. But Rocky...Rocky is the family dog. A shift in dynamics if you will. A shift, not a replacement. And I'm pretty sure Hank would approve.