*dear family u don’t have to read this bc it might make u more sad than we already are*
i always fundamentally understood louie because his favorite things were cheese, ham, and laying down.
lover of snow, murderer of stuffed animals. he was either gay, just very fancy, or both. he always knew when any of us were sick, and would sit next to you while you weathered the storm. attention whore for being pet. would beg unless you were petting him at all times. KING of putting a paw on your lap to tell you he needs attention. constantly would lay his head in your lap face down. we’re convinced he was a human trapped in a dog’s body
i was under the impression he was a fluffy blonde angel sent down from heaven, and you can imagine my distress in finding out very suddenly that he was not immortal. i honestly thought this day would never come for some reason, and i certainly didn’t think it would come out of the blue like this, but we feel lucky just to have had him in our family. you only get one special dog like this in a lifetime i think
perfect from the very first day we met. better than all of us. there will never be another louie
2025 in outfits and haircuts and bathrooms 🪿👁️👄👁️💖 looking at these makes me feel like a fortnite skin that i just dress up and down when i feel like it
heirlooms > amazon orders ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ if it wasn’t made with love and intention, get it out of my face!!!!!!
#handmade #giftguide #christmasgiftideas
birthday boy noah 💩
thanks for showing up with cider and cinnamon sticks, for choosing to stay in bed with me half the mornings you were gonna wake up to fish, for seeing the hard things life throws at you as solvable crossword puzzles, for almost crying when they played Pup at Honre Club, for saying “hello ladies” when you drive by cows, for calling all other wild animals “sweetheart” (“hi sweetheart! excuse me, we need to get by” when there is a bird in the road), for thinking everything is amusing and possible, for being goated at problem solving when i freeze, for bringing the mini trampoline into the bathroom when i’m doing my makeup and you want to tell me an idea you had (in general, thanks for needing to bounce on a trampoline to think better and keeping one always), for teaching me how to ski this winter, for bringing my vera bradley duffle bag i got for middle school sleepovers across the country on tour for many years and refusing to get a real suitcase, for watching gossip girl and yelling at jenny humphrey with me so loud i have to text the neighbors, for always being someone i’m proud to know, for being grounded like a tree, for (albeit rarely) being the most delightful drunk person, for remembering everything i’ve ever told you, for being someone i wholeheartedly trust to do the right thing at any fork in the road, for not giving a fuck, for understanding the sacrament of enjoying every single thing and choosing to enjoy those things with me.
sorry for putting this on the internet every year but i just love a good old fashioned proclamation of love. sue me
