She and I weren’t all that different really. We both liked shoes. Although mine usually found their way on my feet instead of my mouth. And my past roommates could attest to the fact that we both definitely didn’t get personal space.
I remember this one evening, my old roommate Melisa and her dog Cooper (pictured below) and me and Maggie were all on her bed talking about everything under the sun when Melisa just burst into laughter. I was confused at first and then she told me to just observe what was going on. Melisa, sitting with her legs held closely to her chest was in front of me and her dog Cooper was curled up in a ball sitting contently, untouched on the pillow next to her. Then there was me and Mags. I was lying on my back stretched out taking most of the space up on the bed and there was Maggie laying directly on top of me with her head nuzzled into my neck and her arms and legs falling to each side. We laughed at how perfectly our dogs represented us.
Maggie and I both really adored Ben (I still do, don’t worry). When Ben and I got married, I was a little worried about Mags getting some kind of jealously or starting a rivalry because Ben would be taking her place in the bed. But that’s not what happened at all. She and I both was able to identify the ability Ben had to lead our family and the role God gave Ben as the head of our home. We both tried our very best to listen to Ben and give him that authority. We both have failed at certain times in that field, but I can surely confirm between the two of us, I’ve never peed on anything Ben owns and I’ve only run from him once when he asked me to come here. Together we worked on our stubbornness and pride.