Summer emotion

Summer is back. A year ago I got sick but now everything is calm, I’m learning to adapt to diabetes. 

Summer brings the opportunity to explore beyond the usual, so when mom makes things out of the ordinary, something exciting is going to happen.

Mom took Champy and I to the tub to take a bath. I’m the first to enjoy it and the freshness and fun of water and bubbles started. One rub here, another there; we wait a little time so the bubbles perfume can stay in my coat and then all the shampoo is rinsed with a shower of small to ensure that water reaches all the corners. A little patience and then comes the towel to remove the excess of water.

Already out of the tub, another towel comes into action, I shake a little, and then hugs here, the towel starts to keep most of the water, another rub here and another there, and I am free to enjoy wallowing between the towel and while I can have a moment of joy, Champy enters the tub, not with his best smile, but he always shares the good, the not so good things and adventures.

At the end, mom cleans our faces with more detail, nothing can hide our beauty!, a ball of cotton caresses us, we are not only clean, also we smell good!.

During all afternoon, mother board things, our toys suffered our fate, and after them our beds and blankets, but they bathe circling in the washing machine. Certainly something special is going to happen.

That night is normal, dinner time comes, my insulin injection, the last change to go to the bathroom, mom and dad’s hug...  I don’t know if I can be patient to know what tomorrow will bring.

We woke up at the usual time; I think that emotion gave me much encouragement to walk more than usual. After breakfast mom continues all preparations, she goes up and down putting things in order.

Mom goes up for the last time and she took me with my bed, Champy was already expected me in the back seat of the car. We all are ready to begin a journey, if our toys are with us and it was a requirement to be bathed implies that it will be a great trip.

The wind fills the car; the sun warms as affectionate hugs and we just stop at brief moments to water the grass somewhere where we have never been, the day turns into night and finally dad stops the car, and starts working the memory of a known place. We had previously already been here, a place where we have always found love and peace.

We enjoy the visit; I feel so much peace of being in a place where my memory recognizes places that I saw in the past. Hitting a little with my nose I try to be sure that I am in the right place to drink water and eat. 

After two days, the process of packing is repeated, but this time the trip is to go home. We cross areas where farms smell like  fertilizer and others where the cows leave their aroma, and without realizing, the night  reached us but the memories of the visit remain present until the next time, when a day before, Mom begins to prepare everything to get us started. Life goes on!.

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