Molly Girl

My coffee cup overflowing, showcasing just a bit of froth on the lip of the mug. The smell and warmth of hazelnut coffee comforts me as I take a sip and walk out the door. Endless bird chatter fills the crisp morning air while a marine layer sleeps quietly between the trees. I bring my thoughts along with my feet, admiring every inch of nature, becoming enmeshed with the beauty surrounding me —the stillness of mother nature follows my every step. I am grateful.

Life paints an honest picture as I travel further down the dirt road and over the cattle guard. The closer I get the easier I can make out her beautiful yellow coat and happy brown eyes. She sits patiently in front of the same old oak tree in her usual spot, tail wagging, waiting for me to say the first hello.

"Molly girl!" I yell out, knees bending, waiting to meet her halfway. At the first sound of my voice, I see her splatting every which way, running as fast as she can to greet me. A smile takes over half of my face as she groans and talks — I'm sure she tells me of all her dreams and the coyotes she chased the night before. Excited for the day ahead and the memories we'd make as we head to the barn for breakfast.

And it's the simplicity of these moments that make my heart beat and my eyes well up. The simple things that bring me home to myself, the small details are where love lives.