When N. is having a really tough time, it can be very tumultuous and loud and frightening. Sophie will seek him out, when he is really not doing well he will scream and push her away, crying and kicking and flailing. But she persists, her big chocolate eyes lock onto his and she keeps pushing forward until he relents and she loves him. As he begins to calm down he realizes what has happened and cries, to lower his anxiety he will rub her ears between his fingers, he says they feel like velvet, I never knew he was aware of velvet. She lays with her head in his lap and lets him calm himself and when she feels that her job is done she moves on.
Behind each of her ears is a bald spot from his anxious rubbing.
When I see them together, this goes through my head:
Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Submitted by Michele