From Loss to Beauty

May was chock full of ups and downs. While full of so much celebration, ending school and enjoying sunshine, we had to say goodbye to Toby, our beloved three-legged Yorkie. It's been hard. 

I’m not a dog person. Never have been, and probably never will be. But Toby came into our lives as the sweetest gift from the Lord. The perfect dog, at the perfect time. In the most challenging season we’ve ever walked through (Teddy’s sensory overload + diagnosis + learning how to care for him best) Toby was the regulation he needed. The regulation our home and our family needed.

When my grandmother died in 2020, we unintentionally inherited her dog, Toby Tripod. This sweet, old, calm, three-legged Yorkie was given a second life in our home. After growing up with elderly caretakers, he was thrown into the chaos of the three Newman boys. He didn’t miss a beat. All of the sudden, this lap dog was running laps in the yard and becoming the play toy of three wild children. He wore it well. 

In May, we said goodbye. I’m wrecked more than I ever could have expected. There are a lot of layers to losing Toby, beyond him being the last piece of my Granny. He was the gift we didn’t know we needed, and HUGE grace from the Lord when we really needed it.

In the same season we got Toby, Teddy and I painted a collection of art together, “This Season.” (Click to see) This Summer, I've decided to do another collection of work with my boys, because ART AND CREATING HEALS. I cannot wait to share this magic with you guys.