It’s officially been one year with our beloved Frankie bear. Most days are spent chasing her around the house because she’s stolen yet another one of Harlow’s toys. (eye roll) Did I mention the part where Frankie was recommended for the ‘advanced’ class in puppy training? She also enjoys barking as soon as we put Harlow down for a nap. Sound machine inventors, I owe you. But, that Frankie — she has the biggest heart (probably from stealing ours). I honestly can’t imagine life without her in it. It’s our beautiful chaos that I wouldn’t trade for the world.