9:23

Each and every morning at 9:23 am our little dog sits at the west window waiting for the bus to pull into the farmyard.  Once she sees it, she excitedly wags her tiny tail, hops off the loveseat, runs to the door wanting outside, and from there she runs out the lane, the bus driver opens the door and she enjoys a ride as the bus pulls into its parking spot. 

Sometimes it can be the littlest of things in life that can make memorablist of moments.

Blessings