Okay, so in like slightly more than 24 hours - I, Kelsey Edwards, will be in Jamaica. Probably soaking up the sun, and even more probably will have a drink in hand. So I can't get even more excited. I haven't been on a tropical vacation in years... This is going to be incredible and I can't wait to spend 2 weeks with my fama-jama!
However, it is slightly bittersweet.
So, as most of you know ... Frank came to me at a really tough time in my life. And at only 7 weeks old, he really needed me, a mom, to take care of him. But what he didn't realize was that he was taking care of me, too. He helped me so much, I am not even kidding. I had this little bundle of cute overload that loved me so unconditionally. How could I be sad, you know? He made me feel whole again. He made me laugh when I wanted to cry. He is my everything. My world.
I have had him since Oct. 30.. So just slightly over a month. And since that day I got him, when he was only 2 pounds, I have not slept one night without little Frankie curled up either on my head, between my arms, or on my feet. He has become my little comfort blanket (yep, still little, only 4.5 pounds). Like right now, he just climbed up onto the couch (literally he had to climb) to just cuddle on my lap. Ugh. I love the little shit.
I LOVE YOU FRANKIE. And I will see you in 2 weeks. Ugh. Is it just me or do goodbyes seem a bit harder when it involves a puppy? Anyone with me on this one?
Leaving Frankie is Jamaican me sad