As I sit here and treasure the moments I spend with my kids I wonder where all that white came from.
They are so young in my mind. And in my mind I see them now as I saw them then.
So happy with life. So joyous, with a new life ahead of them.
Now, at 11 years old, 10 years old and 9 years, I see brindles turning white and sprinkles of white on my black silky seal.
Only in my mind's eye I don’t see it. I see the joy of life.
My darlings, you may be getting a tad slower, perhaps not as brilliant in color, some aches and some pains, but never a more glorious child.
In my mind and my heart, you will always be beautiful to me.