Just now I was walking back from the YMCA (we’re spoiled; it’s literally across the street)  scrolling through messages on my iPhone, when I look up and see my bride sitting in our front yard.

“I just needed to be outside for a little bit,” she says with a weak smile.

With her is our one year-old puppy Tovah, our fun, effervescent Goldendoodle.

  
Normally Tovah would be in our fenced backyard, but it looks like a nuclear wasteland right now (a metaphor for how Anne feels at the moment). You may laugh, but we are installing artificial turf in our little urban backyard. The stuff looks real. Even better, I don’t have to mow it, sod it, seed it, think about it. And it’s dog proof.

    

I digress.

Anne chose Tovah’s name, which is Hebrew for “God is good.”  And this morning at 11:00 a.m. on our front lawn, our Goldendoodle embodied her name beautifully.

Watch this short video all the way to the end.

You’ll see.