Trust

On this cold, wet and rainy Thanksgiving, I feel the need to share yet another Emma story. She has kind of a thing about her treats, and especially the bones that have meat inside them. She received a bone this morning and has been searching for a place to hide it for about two hours now. At one point my brother called and I was laughing at her squirrel-like hoarding. Emma had the bone hidden in her mouth! So, I get the house straightest up while the guys are still sleeping, and make sure the Macy's Day Parade is on. As I finally sit to take a break and catch Kermit's float, Emma jumps into my lap for some hugs. She does the neck hug, and then drops the bone out of her mouth onto my chest. She jumps down and grabs a drink of water. While she's gone I think about what a great gift. Trust. She didn't trust the tree skirt, she didn't trust the blanket on her bed, she didn't even trust her kennel. She trusted me with her precious item.
Of course, she is back now to retrieve it, but for a moment or two, she trusted me with something very special to her. I'm thinking Thanksgiving is off to a fabulous start. I will now spend some time being thankful for all of the gifts God has seen in his infinite wisdom to trust me with. Happy Thanksgiving!