There are moments when the day becomes too much. When I furiously rub my face, then slap my cheeks like I'm a boxer getting into the ring. But I'm no boxer. I'm a girl planted in front of a computer with a to-do list that makes Santa's gift list look like child's play. And, boom. Now I'm getting coal for Christmas.

There are moments, however, when I'm laying on the office floor and Polo will growl at me, daring me to leave the boxing ring. And play. To leave the world of to-do's and run like a wild banshee from room to room. I owe him for it. I owe him for the break from the Urgent, to focus on the Important: creating moments I'll remember for the rest of my life.