We returned home to San Francisco, replacing 7 degree days with a 70 degree beauty. Mommy and Daddy took me to Dolores Park, where we sat and ate and enjoyed the sun. Daddy even took me on my first swing set. It was nice.
Then Gram came over and played with me and then took me to Petra's house. That's when I heard the great news that I was spending the night at Gram and Grampa's place tonight. How cool is that? How lucky can a kid be? I'm on a great streak.
But that's only half the story.
When we got home after a week, we had some packages waiting for us. And I don't think I was supposed to see this, but in one of those boxes was a new Yellow Paci, just like my old beloved that's in Golden Gate Park somewhere.
It was sparkling and it looked delicious.
I overheard Mommy saying something like she ordered ten of them, but they only sent two and only one was yellow, and that it cost more to ship it than it did to buy it. But it was here. Finally.
However, here's the thing that I don't have the heart to let them know: I think I've moved on. These two turquoise pacifiers have been doing the job. They've been very workmanlike. I think I've adapted to them. After all, it's been them or nothing, and I couldn't do without.
And now, I'm sorta attached to them, I guess, although I'm willing to give my prodigal pacifier another try.
So welcome back, Yellow Paci. I look forward to putting you in my mouth soon. But don't assume anything.
After all, I might be spoken for.