07/11/2025
24 Hours of... What on Earth?!
But here we are — eight strong! Our hearts overflowing with gratitude.
Every birth — every C-section for our mamas — is an emotional storm. My first concern is always her: Will she be okay? Is the timing right? Will the babies make it safely? Will I lose one — or, heaven forbid, the whole litter? And quietly, in the background, I wonder… will my kids be okay while I’m pouring every ounce of myself into the babes?
Every single time, I know there will be tears. So many tears. Because I know what can go wrong — I’ve seen it, felt it, carried it. And because I know, I see with crystal clarity everything that went right. And that humbles me to my core. It leaves me teary (and red) eyed, overflowing with gratitude.
This has never been a “job.” It’s life — raw, real, and sacred. It’s nurturing. It’s giving back. It’s passion and purpose colliding. It’s knowing that other families will soon experience companionship on a whole new level. It’s our growth, our devotion, our alignment — heart and skill woven together.
Eight weeks of raising babies takes its toll on a family, but we do it — together. With love, care, and compassion.
Thank you, my beautiful kiddos — for every tear you’ve wiped, every hand you’ve held, every moment you’ve stepped in so I could catch my breath. For every cuddle and every ounce of love you’ve poured into our doggies and their little ones. Every puppy begins life as part of our family first — and that’s the magic you gift into their puppy hearts.
To all the future paw parents out there — know that your little companion comes from a home filled with love, gratitude, and teamwork.
Teamwork. Heartwork. Lifework. 💕🐾
