"Seriously, Mom. Let me down. I'm a big dog now."

Marsh is turning one on Monday. I can't believe it's already been that long. This picture was taken the day we brought him home--after his first bath in our sink. Four pounds of pure Marsh.
I laugh when I imagine trying to bathe all 60 pounds of him in the sink now.
I never understood why people called dogs a man's best friend: they stink, they are dirty and they bark. Well, yes, but they also love unconditionally. One of my favorite rituals in my day is the moment I pull my truck into my parking spot and I can see Marsh at the gate, wagging his tail like crazy. In that second I would do anything for him.
Happy Birthday Marsh! I love you!