AmyPuppy kisses.
Landon kisses.
Love.
Thank God for air-conditioning, I think as I walk toward my house, mail in hand.
It’s only June, and despite wearing just a light sundress, a simple walk out to the mailbox has beads of sweat forming on my head.
I don’t know why I bothered to straighten my hair.
Michigan summers are always hot and humid, but today is exceptionally so. Yet nothing can ruin this day, even the damp curls starting to form against the skin of my neck under my perfectly straightened hair.
I open the front door where I’m greeted by two of my favorite things—cool air and Tucker. My fur baby immediately starts l*****g my legs.
“Stop it.” I giggle, tossing the mail onto the small table next to the door. I bend down and squeeze his little smooshy face. “I love you, Tuck
