This morning, our dog Dusty trotted to the front door with great ceremony and placed a single egg on the mat — today’s delivery from our mischievous Brown Shaver who insists on laying in the tractor shed.
I laughed, said, “Good boy, Dusty,” ruffled his head, and paid him with a dog cookie.
It was small, almost quail-sized — an “oops” egg, not quite finished by nature. But it carried a big message: sometimes love shows up small, warm, and exactly on time.
Writing can feel the same. Not every draft is a masterpiece. Some are tiny. Some are imperfect. Still, they’re gifts that keep the day gentle and bright.
P.S. To Dusty: promotions pending. 🐾
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