Every morning, I would sit down with my coffee and call my dad. We would chat about recent happenings, the news, the weather, what we had planned for the day, if we’d “heard from anybody,” and any complaints or gossip we had to share. Even though we had just spoken yesterday (and sometimes even yesterday afternoon!), we would shoot the breeze for a good while.

Every. Morning.

After my dad died and our sweet doggie of almost 16 years was getting ready to leave us, we got Maisy.

I just fully realized that, when I sit down with my coffee every morning, Maisy insists (INSISTS!) on being on my lap.

And, I honestly just processed how comforting that is.

Thanks, Dad.