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Weekend at Bruno’s

Weekend At Bruno'sJustin and Bruno have this special bond. It’s pretty amazing to bear witness to, and only slightly jealousy inducing. With Justin home everyday Bruno has built this expectation of what his day looks like around Justin’s normal routine, he depends on Justin and has established this bond that has become the foundation for his daily life.

Knowing that Justin would soon be visiting friends in Texas, I had started planning my six days with Bruno almost two months ago, blocking off my calendar for days I could work from home, and scheduling his dad for Bruno duty on the days I had to go into the office. Otherwise, our weekend would be spent at home – my usual weekend location anyway.

Now, with one day left of our time in the Emily & Bruno bubble, I know that he is still missing Justin. I can’t wait for Justin to come home and see the excitement on Bruno’s face (and in his tail). Bruno has been such a good boy and we’ve had countless hours to bond and build our relationship with each other, but I know that he’s bored with me. One more day pup, one more day.

Even though our weekend has been a little more relaxed than what Bruno is used to, we’ve done some pretty fun things. We’ve played countless games of tug, taken a nap in the late afternoon everyday, we’ve played fetch in the backyard, ignored countless firework shows, played keep-away running around the house, we’ve relaxed outside, and I took him to my elementary school playground to sniff and walk around.

As much as I enjoyed our relaxed time together, mainly in our backyard on the patio, my favorite part of our time together was our walk to my elementary school, which now sits just down the street from our home. Bruno is still working on his form when walking on leash. He’s so excited to go on a walk that the first half, inevitably, ends up being us stopping every five feet for him to sit and focus, instead of criss crossing in front of me, simultaneously pulling his leash, while rubbing his face on the cement to get his lead off.

On this particular walk, I was so irritated with his inability to just walk, he was so all over the place that it was practically embarrassing, nevermind I had forgotten to bring poop bags and I was terrified he was going to poop in someone’s yard and I’d be THAT person. Our original destination was the track that runs around the park at the end of our street, it would have been an easy two mile walk from the house and back. As we reached the beginning of the grounds I decided that with Bruno’s ADD that he needed a less-structured approach to our outing. I quickly turned into the field behind my elementary school, adjacent to the park, and let his leash go as long as it would. He was in heaven. I just kept walking and let him keep up or go ahead, I didn’t have to pull, he wasn’t pulling, we were just walking together. I would have given anything to be secure enough in both of us to have just let him off his leash and let him run.

As we got closer to the school I found myself smiling, thinking about all of the memories I had as an elementary school kid running these grounds. I hadn’t been to the elementary school in years, it has been easily 10 years since I’ve been this close to the building, and more since I’ve been on the playground. We walked passed the swing set that once seemed to tall and seemed like the boundary of our playground. Deeper, we walked (and sniffed), into the the place I used to know every foot of and I was conflicted, stuck between reminiscing, remembering, and laughing, and feeling sad that, more than twenty years later most of the same equipment still stands as it did when I was running around on my own recess breaks.

We walked on some of the equipment, onto what we onced called the school bus, it was so much smaller than I remembered. I still avoided the twisty slide structure that always had nests of bees and wasps at the top. We walked to the blacktop, I looked for the map of the United States that I remember being new one year, it took me several minutes to find it, mainly because for the most part, it’s faded and gone. Being this close to the school that was once so new and state of the art, it was pretty staggering to be so close and to see what twenty years can do to a building. The school itself seems to be under construction, the grounds were empty but the trailers of equipment and progress were evident that the work has started.

I looked down at Bruno, who at this point was panting from the heat and his exhaustive sniffing session on the playground. We cut through the neighborhood on the other side of the school and headed home. I thought about how much everything has changed on our walk home, passing by houses that at one time belonged to friends of mine. I was happy to have spent some time on the playground, with Bruno, just the two of us. I’m sure I’ll take him back soon so we can do some more sniffing and nosing (pun intended) around the school. This time I’ll be bringing his 50 foot leash so he can do an investigation of his own.

The rest of July will be a busy one for our family, we will be in and out of the house, traveling around Michigan, both together and separately. I’m excited for Justin to come home, to have my partner back so that we can all get back to our routine before the next exciting event: Justin and Bruno do the U.P.

Gratitude and a Good Weekend

It had been nine weeks since I didn’t have any type of moving on my agenda. For over two months, if I wasn’t at home packing up our own belongings I was with my mother helping to pack up and move my grandma. This past weekend was the first time, in a long time, that I didn’t feel guilty for not doing anything. If I wanted to take a nap, I did. If I wanted to lay on the couch and watch endless episodes of One Tree Hill on Netflix, you better believe I did. Oddly enough, I found that my weekend was packed with generosity, pampering, family, cooking, and preparing for a full week back in the real world.

In March I wrote about a personality assessment I took at work and how I was surprised to see the connection between my conscientious – dominant personality and my struggles to accept help from the people around me as Justin and I navigate this new life of ours. The struggle hasn’t changed. I push myself to be open, ultimately vulnerable, so that I can accept generosity and support. With the help of some incredibly supportive friends I opened up myself to accept support from my family at work. For months my friends have been planning a “Stuff a Freezer” campaign at work where people can donate food to our new freezer – also supplied by my friend. Friday was my first Food Friday, I was shocked by the generosity of the small group of people that were contacted, and our freezer is, indeed, stuffed. There is a variety of home cooked meals, frozen pizzas, meats, vegetables, gift cards, and cards that came home with me, filling our kitchen and supplementing our grocery shopping trips. It is incredibly comforting to know that I don’t have to have a meal planned every day, my work family have taken care of that for me.

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As I sat at my kitchen table last night, writing out thank you cards for all of the people that supported the “stuffing” of our freezer I just felt so grateful. Grateful for friends that think of ways to support you, for people that took time (and money) out of their week to help, and for the comfort that comes from knowing people have your back. I wish that I had more to give back than just a card, but I’ll be waiting for the day that I can repay their kindness.


Starting off my weekend with such remarkable generosity provided the springboard for great couple of days. In addition to celebrating Mother’s Day, Justin and I also celebrated our sixth anniversary. While we have only been married for six years, we have been together for the better part of the last thirteen. Sometimes it seems as though we have been married forever and other times I6years wonder where the years have gone. We have been through more than our share together and it seems only fitting that as we finally start settling into our new home and routine that we celebrate our marriage. In the midst of celebrating Mother’s Day, cooking, cleaning, and running errands, we just had fun with each other. We found small ways to enjoy each other’s company and the life we’ve built together. For a little while, it was just us, the same two kids that decided to fall in love all those years ago.

I would say the one thing we needed after the last couple of months is a good weekend that was just refreshing and focused on spending time with each other while getting comfortable in our new space and new routine.

Here’s hoping a good weekend is the jumpstart to a good week.