“Arabella, look at this.” I say enthusiastically, as I point out the window to a majestic hawk that is perched on a limb.
It is just a few feet from our window and staring at me with eyes of a true predator. The wings are sand colored and the breast a bright white. Surely, it must be a younger one, because the older versions colors is usually much darker.
While thinking about how we will have our pups in just a few short months, I find myself smiling in spite of myself. Arabella catches me and asks, “May I ask what you are smiling about over there?”
Reaching for her, I take her by her round waist carefully and bring her closer for a kiss. She doesn’t complain once and gives herself to me willingly with a grin. I can only assume what she is thinking, but if it is anything like I am, it
