unusual comforts

One of those days.

Falling face first in your pillows, wrapping yourself in blankets and just sobbing. Allowing the white sheets to turn a dark shade with wetness, letting yourself feel all the turmoil in hopes that something will give. Of course the house is empty, but the dog finds me. He's not allowed in my room in which he normally obeys. But with no hesitation he walks into my room, nudges his way through the sheets acting as my barrier to the world and finds my tear stoked face in which he says I love you with slobber. Not skipping a beat he sits next to me and stares straight into my eyes as if to say.. 

"I'm sorry you're sad"

How has a dog perfected intuition to this extent?

Real life calls but after a cuddle with the ginger dog I feel somewhat prepared to switch into smiling hyper nanny mode. Dinner, baths, games and a chapter of Harry Potter, we finally reach bed time. As I goto turn off the light, Finley grabs my arm and says "I think you need a cuddle tonight, Claire". I choked back some touching tears and tell her she's right. Little Zach overhears the matter and jumps into Finley's bed, and next thing I know I have a little red head on my other arm. I tell them to tell me a bed time story which is about dogs, farts, police men and broccoli, which is absolutely perfect.

So one of those day. One of those days that hurt deep. However..

I'm thankful to be surrounded by the unusual forms of comfort, 

with unusual levels of intuition.
Also reminding me that my life is never not ironic.