Dear Cody,
I remember three years ago today when we got the email that you had been born and those first pictures of you and your teeny tiny puppy brothers and sisters. The boys had lobbied so hard for you. Max took the Puppy Care book out of the school library almost every week of second grade. But I had been unsure. The training. The dog hair. The stuff.
Now I can’t sleep without you next to our bed. And I love that you keep me company when I’m working. And the puppy eyes you give me when you rest your head on my knee, because you know it will make me scratch your head.
And though you still embarrass me with your exuberance at meeting our guests at the door, and your insistence on sitting on their feet, I can’t imagine our family without you.
And you are the cutest pillow around.
Happy birthday, Cody!