When I got the word that the job was mine, I had exactly 5 weeks to prepare to move the family across the country.
I meant to post this on January 23rd, but I failed to do so. That was the four year anniversary of the day we brought home the wiggly, gassy ball of adorable four-month-old fur that we named Roxie.
Every evening, after dinner and just as twilight is settling in over the skies of Indianapolis, my husband and I are forcibly gathered together in the living room.
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