Into the world of Nanny Buttoncap...
One of the bestest of all worlds, me thinks.
What's going on in there?
Ruffles and fur a plenty.
Tenderest, kindest heart you will ever ever ever meet.
Most biggest love of all times.
Accepts kisses and hugs, and roll on the floor cuddles from all.
Fills every part full to bursting of your childhood heart.
(and your unwillingly-grown-up-girl heart too)
Tales and dress-up and treats and wonderfulest times of everness.
What would I do without my Nanny Buttoncap?
All those endless hours of cuddling and tale telling?
Except, don't tell her/him I told you.
She (he) always falls asleep when story times are happening.
Hugest fluffy tale love.
Oops, nap-time is over.
Lost a bonnet?
Nanny has to go.
On the way out, giving lots of high fives for good times had.
And, he's off.
Back to his King Miles of the Santa Catalina's self.
He'll always be my Nanny Buttoncap of the heart.
I have 3 great loves under my roof.
All loved equally but oh so differently.
One is fun but quite ornery too, love dances about in a top hat.
The other is like a cat, leave me alone, let me love you from afar in my brown fur.
But don't come near me or bother me because I don't like it.
And the 3rd.
So easy to love, with love flooding out like puffs of clouds that take your breath away and steal your heart in one fell swoop.
If you are not careful, you might do the most awful thing and accidentally pick favorites.
Because this love is like angel love, pure and fluttering and soft and endless.
Gasp, sigh, gasp.
Almost wants to make you jump on a couch and proclaim your love if you aren't careful.
I am fully aware there is this space where young woman/girl dressing up dog is funny and sweet, then sort of morphs into crazy whacked out dog lady who needs help.
But I don't care.
I am blinded by mad love you see.
And, don't they say that being in love is the one socially acceptable form of insanity?
So, I'm in love.
Aka, accepatably nuts.
What about you?
Who are you acceptably fruit looped cray cray for?
I need names and nicknames.
Anyone got a floofloosweetiefrooliemickwootzycoo?
I mean, a furling love, or two or three?
Who stole your heart?
Tell me, tell me, tell me...
Some things never change.
Oh swooooon, I love looking at this old post.
Once I was watching this show where this guy had bunches of goats.
He loved them so much, that as he was being interviewed about them he started choking up and sobbing.
Sobbing over his love for them.
And he eeked out through sobs, "I am so sorry, I just love them so much."
You know what?
I totally get it.
Love your goats sir, don't be ashamed.
(oh, found an article here, that mentions the goat loving man)