"We are not going to stand here and argue over which one of us is more amazing," I say with a laugh, reaching out to pull him in for a hug as I let out a trembling breath. "We're both pretty great."

The dogs are whining from the hallway while Elvis dozes on the back of the sofa, tail flicking smugly in their direction. "I need a little break before I keep going or I will definitely cry. And now I want to love on our dogs."

Taking Bittle's hand, I lead him across the living room, stopping to scratch Elvis behind the ears as I pass. The dogs go wild as we approach, tails thumping loudly against the hardwood floor, and I open the gate to free them. Macha nearly bowls me over as I crouch down to give them love, and I laugh happily as I wrap my arms around their necks to accept their kisses.

"Hey guys," I croon softly, scratching them behind their ears. "Did you see what Bits did? You guys got a place on the wall!"