Thank you for needing my love. For needing to be as close to me as physically possible. For needing me to throw your tennis ball 4 hours a day. For making me get up in the mornings to let you out when all I wanted to do was lie under my covers for the rest of life, and for adoring me even after I yell at you for no reason. Or when I yell at you for a reason.
I don't know what I would have done some days without you. You have managed to fill the void in my life currently unoccupied by best friends and Starbucks, sushi and golden retrievers, boys and flowers (okay, maybe not flowers. I still could use some flowers).
It's never a joke when I say, "I needed to be loved by something. I just filled that with a puppy instead of a child, because I'm not psychotic."
Or maybe I am psychotic. Who else would put up with playing so much fetch?