We wait patiently for his motorcycle to turn the corner on our street.

Once his familiar shape appears in the distance, smiles erupt.

Tiptoes are activated in order to catch the best view of his face.

Pixel waits less patiently, and insists on being in front.

Tails wag, giggles sneak out, and someone’s greeting can be heard in the distance.

Snuggles are insisted upon, and happily given.

Daddy is home.

We have south facing windows in our living room.

In the summer, the sun shines outside the windows and sends its warm rays to our front porch.

In the winter, the sun sneaks further inside to our living room and onto our rug - much to the delight of our sunbathing puppy.

It highlights the dog hair that I have yet to vacuum, and creates wondrous little pockets of warmth for us to enjoy when the outside temperature remains frigid.

It reminds me that sometimes the warmest parts of my living room are right next to the deepest shadows.

Which is probably a metaphor for something important, but I’m too busy snuggling up next to my puppy to figure that out. ;) Happy February!