I'm scared about Tuesday's session. I've written everything out. I've never ever told anyone these details or said these words. L reassures me that it will be okay and this subject doesn't affect her. Still, I'm scared. And ready. I don't know why my brain decides to just rip the bandaid off. But L says to trust my wise-mind, that it's always been right.

Little Luna is doing good. Not quite potty trained. She has found her voice and has a lot to say...lol. But overall, she's such a good puppy. We've started letting her roam around the house on her own. She loves the freedom. Oh! And she's sleeping through the night. She let's us know when she needs to wake up and go potty. This is her on our way to L last Friday.