Edgar licks my cheek.

Yes, Edgar is my service dog, so its OK that he lays a big, wet tongue on me, but oh, what a sensation! Here I am, sitting on the couch reading about important spiritual matters for my all important blog, when all of a sudden he heaves his 63 pound frame on top of me and slurps up my face. 

I throw my hands up. "Edgar!" I cry out. 

He wags his tail and slurps me again in happy response.

There was a time I might have jumped to my feet irritated, and maybe even scolded. I might have thought, "I don't have time for this!" or "Gross!" 

But not today.

Today, I know better then to waste my time resisting this precious moment, this precious, precious face and tongue that wants to leave its dog-brand of joy all over me. I reach for Edgar's big, square face, and plant a gorgeous kiss right back on him.

My friends, how is the universe trying to kiss you today?