Ironic Melodies

Last night I made the mistake to determinedly finish the final book in the Hunger Games series. Sometime around 12:15 a.m. I found myself wide-eyed and completely alert. Unable to lull myself into sleep.

Next to me was a pug, who takes up as much room as he possibly can. He doesn't curl up in a ball, rather he extends each and every limb the their furthest points. And he chooses to do this right in-between Rian and I. I'm sure there's some motive to this...

On the other side of the pug is my husband. Long since been asleep since he's up before the crack of dawn. Usually at his feet is the bulldog, snoring so loudly the room shakes and I have to use the sleep app I downloaded for my phone. Seriously.

Tonight, however, he bailed and went to his bed in the corner of the room right by Rian. These are the nights when leg room is plentiful. While I love Ronin, I also love the extra space that an absent 55 pound dog leaves.

Our set-up is crazy and I'm sure there are books out there telling us how nuts we are. How we treat our dogs like people. How it's not good for our relationship to be separated (literally) by a 20 pound pug.

But on nights like these, when my thoughts are racing, songs are whirling around in my head {songs like the one above...and no, the irony wasn't lost on me}, when the alarm clock ticks slowly by and I start to feel the impending weight of the darkness surrounding me, I thank God for my humble surroundings.

I am so thankful for the soft (and yes, even loud) snores. I am so thankful that I can simply turn my head and see these three lives that make my own life whole. We are a family and because of that I am never, ever alone.