No, this little guy is not a stuffed animal. He's a real live puppy. My mom and sister's new puppy, actually. May I present to you...Strider
And here his eyes are a little more open. And yes, he is just as fluffy as he looks. Oh, and he is pictured above with my nephew Eli as well as my mom's head. Don't worry, it is the back of her head; she doesn't look like Cousin It at all.
I have to take some credit because I did suggest his awesome name. It was really difficult saying good-bye to him tonight, since I only just met him yesterday and I have to go back on tour tomorrow...
Back. On. Tour.
How do I do that again? Pack all my clothes like it's no big deal; count the weeks and marginalize their number in my head, tricking myself into believing that it will go by fast; but it will go by fast, it always does; yet it's still time, precious time that I have been allotted and I spend it away from Drew; maybe I am crazy, yes I definitely am to do this; but then I remember that he's the kind of guy that won't allow me to turn down a dream job, even said yes when I couldn't, told me we would make it work; he doesn't complain when he goes home to a house that feels so big, so silent with the piano in the corner and me not there to play it; he is at once the reason why I can do it and the reason why a part of me hates doing it, being so far from him; but he's grace for me, more than I deserve and, again, we will make this work.