I stand in the kitchen, smile, and watch: Josie is in the mud room dancing in front of Bruce, who's head rests on his front paws and watches the little girl in front of him. She prances and twirls and begins to sing, Bruce's eyebrows twitch expressively. Josie skips to the dog and gently places her small hand on his nose, then pets his large, white head. I smile, and bless her for her sweet hands and trusting heart.
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