This morning was full of sweetness. I was sitting watching the men’s final at Wimbledon, and Greta climbed up into my lap. She wiggled and snuggled and the next thing I knew she had fallen asleep with her head resting under my chin, just like a baby. For a few minutes my arms felt pleasantly full of a little bundle of love. Sweet magic.
You know, one of the things I have learned in my life is to stop and enjoy the moments, be they little or big. Sometimes when you stop and do something unusual, you will find something wonderful happening, and sometimes when you least expect it, MAGIC!
One of my best stories of sweet magic was finding Shubi.
We didn’t go to Germany to get a dog. We went to see our friend, Otto, who was ill. We wanted to spend time with him, and we were visiting and having a good time, but I missed Otto’s old dog, who had passed away. I mentioned this and how much I also wanted a dog like their late dog.
The next day I was holding Shubi in my arms.
This sweet magic lasted between us for the ten years we shared.
So sweet magic comes to those who know enough to sit down and let it come to them, as much as to those who remember to always keep their eyes open to the possibilities in life.