Today I am having a bit of a morning. This winter storm is disrupting a very sacred routine in my days. One that I am confident to say is a necessary part of my daily routine. I want to tell you about my beautiful American bully/my fourth child. When I first brought Begeira home, I was standing in a season of uncertainty without realizing it was also the threshold of my most profound growth, and in these two years he has been the steady, faithful presence who helped me become the woman I am now. He has anchored me through every unraveling and every rebuilding, teaching me how to regulate, how to soften, how to trust my own pace again. Our walks have become a living classroom where clarity rises with each step, where insights meet me in the quiet, where his simple act of looking back at me reminds me that I am safe, capable, and deeply supported. He has been a mirror for my healing, a grounding force when life felt too heavy, and a soul companion who activated parts of me I didn’t even know were waiting to be awakened. Every moment with him has shaped my growth in ways I could never have imagined, and walking beside him continues to be one of the most sacred parts of my life. He is part of my healing regimen and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’m grateful for my sweet b.