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'May I pet your dog?' she breathed, eyes still fixed on my 5 lb canine.
'Of course,' I replied, amused at her fascination. As soon as Zoe noticed her, it was all tongue and tail and please-please-please-rub-my-belly from there. Sure, listen to the stranger, ignore the owner.
Meanwhile, her mom rolled down the window and thanked me for stopping.
'She saw your dog and just had to pet it,' which was, of course, followed by the usual 'how old is she,' 'she's four,' 'wow, full-grown and so tiny' conversation.
It didn't seem like Little Miss Sunscreen was interested in leaving anytime soon, so I let her continue to awkwardly lift the dog and tenderly kiss her fuzzy head.
She was so happy.
There was nothing in the world right then that could have possibly made her happier.
I think I saw scars on her arms. Her teeth had gaps. Her hair was shorter than most girls prefer it. Who knows what that precious young soul had seen in her few years?
Yet, none of that mattered, because that was then and this is now.
As we said our goodbyes, part of me wished I had stayed longer. But I think God set me up with that sweet little girl to remind me...just breathe.
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I needed this picture today!
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This is so beautiful. Lovely thoughts.
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