My Bella Rae

{Baby Bella - July 2008}

My Dear Bella Rae,

{aka} Belly, McGruber, Grewby, Beastie, Bells, Idiot-dog, Other, various, awful swear words, etc, etc.

What I really want to tell you is that I love you. I love that in the morning when I walk into the kitchen, you coming mosying over to me to lick my leg once and then you go back to lay on your ridiculous Costco bed that's softer than ours. You are so lucky. So pampered.

Remember almost a year ago, when we actually paid money for you? And you were so sweet and so small?

Remember when I'd rock you to sleep on the porch each night? Remember when you'd snuggle up to my belly? We would sleep for hours like that, just waiting for Mr. Morgan to arrive.

Do you know that I know that you still believe in your little heart that you are a baby puppy, even though you weigh seventy pounds? Do you know that I think it's hysterical that you let the squirrels and birdies come right up next to you and eat your dog food out of your bowl, even though your dad thinks it's a shame?

Do you know that even when I tell you that I can't stand you, even when you dig out all of my beautiful, lucious flowers and my entire garden box plants, you are still my sweetheart?

Well, you are. And I really do love you.

Love truly,
Your mom

{One little baby Morgan, One big dog who thinks she is a baby - June 2009}

{Jared and Baby Bella - July 2008}