Frankincense: The King of Oils

Frankincense. Most of us have heard of it from the story of the three wisemen and Jesus' birth. They brought to this most important infant three precious gifts: gold, myrrh, and Frankincense. But did you know why those three items were chosen over all the valuable wares in the ancient world? And guess which one was the most valuable of the three, pound for pound? You guessed it: Frankincense.

Frankincense has sparked my curiosity since I got my first starter kit of true, pure essential oils in 2014. I'm not talking about the little vials you got from the church store, or worse some of the incense you may have smelled in the past. I'm talking about the pure therapeutic-grade essential oil, distilled with steam and zero fluff added. 

The dictionary defines Frankincense as an aromatic gum resin obtained from an African tree and burned as incense. That's about as basic as you can boil down this aromatic resin. I've found that it's actually far more complex and beautiful than Merriam-Webster suggests. When you distill it into an essential oil, the benefits of this ancient botanical are many and even downright miraculous. In this researched topic, I will share with you the basic types of the frankincense trees, some facts about the history of frankincense, and it's therapeutic use among doctors and lay people today. My hope is that you will leave feeling educated and inspired to obtain your own bottle, or perhaps set of oils, to begin using and loving as I do.

We'll start with some basic plant information. There are multiple species of frankincense, all from the genus Boswellia. The big four varieties are Boswellia serrata, carterii, frereana, and papyrifera, which can be found in West India, Somalia, Ethiopia, and Sudan. As you probably guessed, Frankincense requires a particular climate and soil type which is why you won't find them growing anywhere near the US.

There is a 5th and very precious species called Boswellia Sacra or Sacred Frankincense. It is only found in one country, Oman, and until a few years ago was reserved for Saudi royalty. It is HIGHLY prized, and they do believe that it was the variety given to the Christ child due to it's geographical location to the camel caravans of Biblical times, and the fact that it was reserved for the elite of the day. On that note, let's talk a little bit about the history of this cherished organic material.

I mentioned earlier that frankincense was, pound for pound, more valuable than gold. In fact, only those with great wealth and abundance possessed it. According to one article on Frank, "The allure of frankincense enticed adventurers from afar who sought the irresistible resin, and the Frankincense Trail in Oman’s Dhofar region was purportedly visited by the notable explorers Marco Polo and Lawrence of Arabia." Some of the compounds in frankincense, including alpha-pinene and boswellic acids, are responsible for an analgesic, anti-bacterial, and anti-inflammatory effects. Knowing this, one could conclude that Frankincense was carefully chosen as a gift for Jesus due to its ability to keep this baby alive and healthy, during a time when the infant mortality rate was about 30%. In other words, approximately 1/3 of babies in the 1st century Roman Empire did not live to see their first birthday. Frankincense was indeed a wise choice for the babe born in Bethlehem. Other ancient uses include perfumery and religious ceremonies where it became the basis of the holy incense, where it is still used today in Catholic Churches, especially.

Speaking of today, I'd like to wrap up with how the ancient love of Frankincense never died and has actually been resurrected with the availability of pure frankincense essential oil. Frankincense is one of the Swiss army knife-oils, with a variety of uses and therapeutic value. For one, "the smoke from burning frankincense is effective for driving away mosquitoes and other pests, thereby reducing incidences of malaria." For locales prone to pest-borne diseases, you can imagine that frankincense would be quite the commodity. According to researchgate.net, frankincense constituents  "reduce inflammatory conditions in the course of rheumatism by inhibiting leukocyte elastase and degrading glycosaminoglycans." All that medical jargon to say, it contains anti-inflammatory properties which can help remedy conditions such as arthritis. Other medicinal uses for frankincense according to this same study include reducing the risk of asthma, bronchitis, and sinusitis, as well as ameliorating digestive distress caused by ulcerative colitis and irritable bowel syndrome. Talk about a one-stop-shop!

Perhaps the most fascinating use that many progressive doctors are employing in clinics, is tapping into it's anti-tumoral properties. Yes, we're talking about using it on the big C word: cancer. According to Cancer Versus Essential Oils and Other Super Nutrients, "in addition to myrrh and many citrus oils such as orange, Frankincense is in the forefront of research in combating cancers. Just listen to these findings: 

K. Hostanska of University Hospital in Zurich concluded that "boswellic acids from frankincense exert anti proliferative activity toward a variety of malignant cells." 
S. Waxman of Mount Sinai School of Medicine in New York surmised, "it seems that boswellic acids are potent apoptic agents to cancer cells." 
And according to YS Park in the department of Neurosurgery of Cleveland Clinic Foundation, "Boswellic acids from frankincense gum exhibit potent cytotoxic activity against central nervous system tumors."

Wow! This is true research being published and replicated across the world and it's fantastic news for those facing a cancer diagnosis. In fact, that same booklet goes onto say that humans and animals have had their tumors effectively shrunken by frankincense essential oil. And all this without the horrible side effects of chemotherapy and/or radiation. 

In summation, Frankincense trees contain constituents that can provide great therapeutic value to human life. It has been used and prized for thousands of years for it's religious and medicinal purposes and was likely given to the Christ child to ensure his longevity and wellbeing. Frankincense is used now in essential oil form amongst people looking to support respiratory health, digestive health, and normal cellular growth. In fact, so much research is being published that doctors have begun using them in cancer wards across the world. After hearing all of this, are you interested in getting your hands on frankincense and maybe some other essential oils that are just as fascinating? If so, I think I may know someone. ;)

Sources:
https://www.youngliving.com/blog/the-true-legendary-omani-frankincense-boswellia-sacra/
http://www.mei.edu/sqcc/frankincense
https://www.researchgate.net/publication/292140720_Frankincense_-_therapeutic_properties
Cancer Versus Essential Oils and other Super Nutrients, Dr. Terry Friendmann, MD., Copyright 2006 Life Science Publishing

Why Gary's Death Is Hitting Me Hard

Who was Gary Young to me? Simply put, the founder of the company I work for. But that's as simple as I can get it.

Why, then, did I weep and sob for hours upon finding out that he passed away? Is that a common reaction for 1 of 4 million members to have, especially one who has only worked in his company for about three years? The day I found out, I wrote this tribute post which you can read here. And it's since been a few days and I've been able to chew a little more on why I have continued to feel a deep sense of loss for a man I've technically met once and have seen on stage about ten times. And I believe I've boiled it down to this:

Everywhere I look, there is a story.

You know how when you lose someone close to you, it's particularly hard to get over because you have so many memories together? Everywhere you look there is an item that reminds you of that person and you start crying all over again? There are songs and places and things that are constantly coming to mind, which makes the grief fresh and new again?

That's how it is for me with Gary. Except that my memories of actually seeing him are quite few. I can count those on two hands. And my memories of spending time with him are ONE and even that was brief. For me, it's the products. And the stories behind those products.

You see, everywhere I turn there is a story. A story of Gary Young tied into the products I use every day. And more importantly, a story of how that product has altered my life unequivocally for the better. The products I use everyday forever tie me to Gary Young and I feel personally indebted to him for creating them for me, and millions the world over. Allow me to share some of those stories with you now.

Every morning, I open the fridge and take out a cold bottle of Ningxia Red and I think of the story Gary told us about how he came to formulate that delicious beverage. He talked about hearing of a people group all the way in the Ningxia Province of China and how so many of them were centenarians, dying of old age (we're talking 100+) and not of disease. Ever the curious mind, Gary set out to find out the magic formula for their longevity and they showed him the "red diamonds" as they called them--Wolfberries, a goji berry super food. But this particular variety contained all of the essential amino acids and a high protein content. So he came home and made Ningxia Red, formulating it with other fruit extracts and citrus oils for their d-limonene content.

And my story? Ningxia was something I slowly got into, but once I did, I fell head over heels. I started drinking it at my first convention (as many do with the ever-flowing Club Red bar) and then came home and committed to 1 ounce a day at first and slowly increased it to 2 ounces a day. That Ningxia Red is making my placenta rich and nutritious for the baby I'm growing in my womb so I don't ever miss my daily drink! From one trip to China to my refrigerator, I think of Gary Young every time I take a drink.

Another story:

Valor. That pretty little purple bottle. But it's what's inside that holds all the magic. Valor is my all-time favorite blend, specifically the original formulation with the rosewood. I save my original Valor (what's left of my two opened bottles) for the days when I really need it. Every time I open the bottle and inhale, I can't describe the feeling I get but I can relay a story. A story that Gary told us at convention of how Valor's formulation came to be. I'll spare you the details (mostly because I don't want to get the story wrong and Gary tells it best) but essentially Gary was up against a lawsuit, of which he knew he was in the right. He decided to be his own defense and was feeling a mite nervous the night before. He remembered somewhere he read a story about Roman soldiers who bathed in a botanicals the night before battle to bring forth courage for the big day. And from that story of the Roman soldiers came a little bottle of Valor that Gary used to defend himself at court. And do you know what? He won.

My story? Valor was an oil that came in my premium starter kit years ago in October of 2014. I liked it at first, but wasn't in love with it. It reminded me of grapes. But little by little, the more I used it, the more I craved it. There was something so soothing about the smell, but even better, was the effect it had on my energy field. Every time I applied it, I felt more balanced, centered, and connected to my spiritual self. I began to feel that this oil possessed some sort of mystical qualities and would use it on my upper back each morning to promote alignment and would look forward to the beginning and end of every Raindrop as Valor is the keystone blend. Now that the original formulation is no more, I cherish the few drops I have left. I have since replaced it with Valor's new formulation which is very similar to the original but still isn't my baby. I will always think of Gary and the courage he needed to fight his legal battle as I apply Valor with the set intention to win my daily battles.

One more story:

Lavender is THE oil that everyone has in their homes, even if it's a crappy brand. Essentially, when most people think of the word aromatherapy, their first thought is Lavender oil. When I see and use my lavender oil every day, I think of a story. I think of the story Gary Young told at convention and that I re-read in Mary Young's D Gary Young book. Once upon a time in the eighties, a man named Gary Young wanted to learn all he could about essential oils and distillation so he spent a ton of time studying under the French aromatherapy masters who had learned a thing or two and were glad to impart their wisdom to such an eager American. Gary wanted to try growing and distilling his own plants, so before leaving he took some seeds from France's true lavender fields and shoved them into his boot. This was before the days of having to take your shoes off at the airport, so Gary Young literally bootlegged lavender seeds from France and took them back to start his own farm. Long story short, the plants grew very well and we get our fantastic lavender oil from some of the fields that are descendants of those first pioneering plants. There is a crazy side to this story. Because at some point a few years ago, the lavender crops in France began to ail. French farmers struggled to preserve their lavender against drought, viruses, and fungus which is not good because France is known for their lavender industry. Gary's lavender was flourishing, so he returned the seeds he bootlegged some 20 years before. The lavender that is currently thriving in Provence, France is original French lavender that had been transplanted by Gary Young to America, and then returned back to French soil to save the day.

What's my story? My story is that I started my oil journey with another company. GASP! I know, blasphemous. But I'm grateful for it, because it was using those oils side by side with Young Living's that gave me a greater appreciation for the superior quality of our oils. The other company's lavender smelled really sweet and enticing and I really liked it at first. When I received Young Living's lavender, I was like OMG, this is SO STRONG. It smells kinds of herbaceous! Not sweet and bath-bomby like all lavender I had spent my life smelling. But as luck would have it, I would go through a LOT of lavender, it being the Swiss army knife and all. So I ended up using both bottles and then some. And do you know what happened? Young Living's strong lavender oil WORKED better and therefore began smelling better to me. It actually reminded me of a lavender PLANT and not a bath bomb, which now that I think of it: I think your lavender oil should smell like a plant. So it won me over (side note: the exact same thing happened for me with the competing companies' peppermint oils as well)! And now, there's not a day goes by that I don't use lavender for something. And every time I do, I'm reminded of Gary's tireless effort to study under the best of the best, his cunning way of getting the best into the hands of Americans (and now the world), and how grateful I am that I never have to run out of such a staple ever again.

I could tell more and more and MORE stories about Gary and his products and how they have seamlessly worked their way into my life and have impacted my family for the better. I could talk about how Gary came up with the Thieves blend and how Thieves is GOD at the Harvey household. Or how Gary shared Mary Young's skincare secret for looking so young (Royal Hawaiian Sandalwood) and how that was my first splurge oil and I had to convince my husband that I deserved a $95 bottle of oil. Or how the baby in my belly is tied to Progessence Plus and Idaho Blue Spruce and how Gary Young has stories about how those products came to be as well.

To wrap up a long post, losing Gary cannot be out of my mind. He is everywhere I turn in my house. He is in every supplement, essential oil, cream, and serum I use. His signature is on the back of the bottles that dot every room of my house. His stories from the stage are ingrained in my memories. But most importantly, the stories of how my life has been enriched are wrapped up with Gary inside of them. And maybe even more importantly, the lives I help change by introducing them to YLEO and their testimonials will forever tie me to the man who started it all. The man who kept pushing through adversity after adversity because giving up was not an option. The man who started a company and a foundation that is changing the world.

So I will never stop carrying that torch and sharing his stories with all those I encounter. And I will grieve as hard as my heaving body will let me, for he may be gone, but he will never be forgotten. D Gary Young is etched into my sense of purpose like a story written upon my heart and for that, I am eternally grateful.

Love always,
Michelle Harvey

My Tribute to D Gary Young

Breathe. 

I just learned of our founder D Gary Young’s passing, and I keep vacillating from sobbing to denial to quiet. This is no ordinary CEO of a company; in fact, he gave that position to his wife because he’d much rather be on a horse, in the fields, and exploring other countries than in a business suit in a meeting room. I began sifting through some of my favorite photos of him to shed light on the kind of person he was: an adventurer, a pioneer, a maverick, a botanical genius, a master formulator, an inspiring leader, a compassionate philanthropist, an engaging teacher, and a doting husband and father. And so much more.

He has battled health setback after health setback and has pushed through them all, until now. He’s battled ridicule and bad press, but he kept pressing forward—building more farms, creating more jobs, funding more humanitarian projects, and changing the lives of everyone who has made their way into his beloved company, Young Living.

I can imagine the tears spilling all over the planet, for the lives he touched were spread far and wide. Ecuador. Australia. France. Croatia. Oman. Nepal. More....

Our company has lost the mastermind behind these life-changing oils—My life—Has been forever transformed, deeply, through and through...because of his genius—his hard-headed genius, his tenacity, his keep-on-keepin-on spirit that led to the creation of the products that I choose never to go without. It was also this raw stubbornness that led to him pushing personal boundaries far beyond any limits others could place on him. Jousting, dog mushing in subzero temps in his late 60s, building schools, farms, houses in Nepal with his own bare hands...telling his body that it could do more and more and more; believing in—never doubting—the power behind the very products he created for the world.

I am sad for those who will never watch him light up the stage with his brilliant stories. I weep for his wife and sons; good Lord the love they had for that man is something fierce. I pray that the vision of this company will not only continue, but will flourish in the legacy he leaves. I will not say RIP for Gary doesn't rest. Ride on, DGY, ride on. 

Did you know...?

That in the dressing rooms of maternity clothing stores, there are fake belly pads? Yeah neither did I. 

Until, that is, a few weeks ago when I needed to go swimsuit shopping for our Hawaiian anniversary/babymoon trip. It had become quite clear that my growing belly was no longer going to fit in my normal-sized bikinis so I hit up a little store called A Pea in The Pod. I was surprised that I was able to pick out several one-pieces that I liked and took them into the dressing room.

One after one, I tried them all on and snapped pics to send to my friends for their input, never noticing the padded fake belly hanging off to the side. And then I saw it. Genius, I thought! Whatever swimsuit I buy would need to last me for the entire Texas summer of hot death and I would just keep getting bigger. Using the fake belly, I could see how the suits would fit me when I'm 7-8 months along. 

So I velcroed that shit to my mid-section and began trying them on. The following pictures are what resulted. 

So based on these photos, which two swimsuits would you have selected? ;)

Signed, 

Having Too Much Fun Being Pregnant

An Overwhelming Thank YOU!

I sit here, yawning on the sofa...seriously debating a nap. Yesterday was intense, exhausting, and wildly exhilarating! I am so overwhelmed with gratitude that writing this post is superseding the call of the zzz's so here goes:

Yesterday, 60 people convened at my house for a confetti cannon launch like I've never seen. It was incredible. I reconnected with old friends I hadn't seen in awhile, and many of them got to meet my daughter Alexis and my family members. I'm grateful to my sisters, mom, and in-laws for driving all the way to Austin to be here for such a special moment! But that's not all. The response on Facebook from friends and family who couldn't be in attendance was overwhelming. So many people tuned in live for the grand reveal and commented with well-wishes. I went back later that evening and read and liked every single comment, thankful that so many are sharing this journey with us. The blog posts, the videos, the bumpie pics...I love how so many people are IN this thing with us. I tear up just thinking about it.

Prepping for yesterday was no small task. We had to purchase 56 confetti cannons and even then, we were afraid it wouldn't be enough. Making sure enough food was provided was a top priority to me and some of my friends brought fruit and veggie trays to help me out. So many thanks. As usual, my amazing husband helped me to clean and prep the house, as did my mom and sisters, which was such a huge load off.

Then people started arriving and the pictures started. Cynthia, a dear friend, brought her fancy camera and photography skills and took lots of lovely pics, many of which are attached to the end of this post. She did that out of the kindness of her heart, and I'm blown away. People grabbed blue or pink necklaces to adorn, even though many came dressed in blue or pink to show off their vote! People took their comfy lawn chairs into our clean and shaded backyard and set up in a circle; the weather was sunny and perfect!

We played two games and the prizes were dinosaur succulent planters. Game #1 was coming up with the top 10 boy and girl names of 2018, without looking at your phone. My sister Crystal won that game, which turned out to be harder for the guests than they thought! The second game was the Old Wives Tales game where people had to guess which ones were true for me. Many people were shocked that I was not craving sweets (exception: some watermelon and chocolate caramels) and some had never heard of the Chinese Gender Prediction Calendar. There was a tie for that game, and Alli won the rock-paper-scissors for succulent #2.

There was a little time to kill before 3:33 pm so many guests grazed on fruit, some played Corn Hole or Ladder Ball in the backyard, and most chatted and caught up with friends and family. Finally it came time to pass out the biodegradable confetti cannons along with strong warnings for people not to twist them until the countdown. Everyone gathered at one end of the yard while I set up my phone and went live on Facebook. Music played and people got impatient waiting, but I was insistent on 3:33! 33 is my lucky number and multiples are angel numbers, so I'll take any good juju I can get!

10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1-BOOM! 54 cannons filled with blue confetti shot off in the sky and it was glorious! People screamed, cheered, hugged, laughed, were shocked, and Erik and I danced around like little kids. Those who predicted boy walked around with know-it-all prideful looks on their faces and those who predicted girl couldn't believe the sea of blue snow on the ground. SO. MUCH. CONFETTI. We even made snow angels in it!

We then confessed to everyone that we knew we were carrying a boy for almost 3 weeks and offered to show everyone the video of what it was like when we found out. Magical. Pure magic. People said their goodbyes, hugged us, and left. Many stayed and sang karaoke in the backyard. All-in-all, at the end of the day, I was oh so pooped, but oh so elated. I imagine that sums up motherhood: exhausting, yet rewarding.

I'll leave you with pics from the party, again taken by the lovely Cynthia Ludwig. As always, thank you for reading and sharing so much kindness and encouragement with the two of us. Hearts are full.

Love always,
Michelle & Erik

The countdown

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Happy Daddy!

Oh BOY!

April 3rd, 2018

Today was a crazy day that culminated in the sweetest surprise. It started with a phone call from Natural Beginnings Birth Center saying, we have the results of your genetic testing! "Everything looks good. You're negative for all major trisomies, etc etc. And we know the sex of your baby. Would you like to know right now? Or I can put it in an envelope and you can come pick it up?"

Squeeeeee! "Please put it in an envelope and we'll be right there!" I almost yelled into the phone. I ran to the bathroom and shouted to your daddy, "They have the results! We can know today!"

"Oh wow! That was quick!" he said. I immediately begin texting my mom, sisters, and closest girlfriends. "We can find out baby's sex today!" Whoa, hold on a minute several of them said. Why weren't we going to wait and find out at the gender reveal on April 22nd? Don't we want to be surprised in front of everyone?

So they had me questioning my original plan of having the gender reveal party for everyone else. Your daddy and I wanted to find out as soon as we could. After all, we had been waiting for 7 years. Three more weeks seemed like a lifetime! So I had my good friend Sarah McElvain pick up the envelope and hold onto it while I made up my mind about what I wanted to do.

After lots of thinking and discussing it with Daddy, we decided that we wanted to make this a private memorable moment between us and find out tonight. We would video our reactions and show it at the gender reveal party after we did the grand confetti cannon announcement! So I called Sarah and told her that I was coming by to pick up the envelope.

But as it turns out Sarah owns the cutest online baby boutique and we began concocting a plan to make our private reveal that much more special. Instead of pulling papers out of an envelope to read the word Male or Female, she would wrap a onesie in a fun box for us! She had me go online and select an outfit for male and one for female. Because your daddy and I are into essential oils, I choose a onesie with yellow lemons on a blue background for a boy and orange grapefruits on a pink background for a girl.

We stopped by to pick up the cute little package from Sarah's house (it had a little ducky on it which I love!) and we decided to drive to Mayfield Park which is a very special place. Your daddy and I had our wedding there almost 11 years ago and it's a beautiful park with ponds, flower gardens, tons of trees, and peacocks that roam the grounds.

We arrived at the park a little after 7 pm, and the sky was threatening rain. The wind was a-howlin' but the sun was peaking through the clouds so we got out of the car. As we did, a stunning male peacock came up to your dad and literally approached him which is surprising because they are usually shy of humans. I didn't tell him this, but I thought it was an omen that we were having a boy since males are the beautiful birds of the peacock world.

We found a nice spot snuggled in the flower gardens with a view of the arch under which we spoke our wedding vows and set up the tripod with my phone to take the video. I pressed play and we sat and stared at the box for awhile and took deep breaths. I was nervous to find out, which I don't know why because we had had this strong gut feeling that you were a boy. We opened the box and took the green tissue paper off and....

Yellow Lemons/Blue Background!

We were right! You are a little baby boy in there! Your dad exclaimed YES! and put his hands into the air. I cried for him and you and because it was the perfect peaceful little moment in our special place to find out a little more about you. But that wasn't the best part.

We had our moment and walked back to the car, onesie in hand. I got into the passenger seat and shut the door. A moment later I was startled to see your dad knocking on the window and telling me to get out of the car. Was the peacock back? "What?" I questioned as I got out of the car.

"Look up." 

And there in the sky for just that moment in time: a rainbow. Clear as day. 

My mouth dropped and tears filled my eyes and I held your dad and wept. Wept for the promise of a rainbow after a very long storm of infertility and pregnancy loss. Your soul was already beaming, as if to say "I'm here mom and dad. I'm real and I'm yours. Revel."

Surreal. I'm tearing up again even as I write this. I snapped a photo of it because I never want to forget that gift from God. That visible colorful sign that all is right in the world. For our perfect baby boy, Jackson Douglas, is about to grace the world. 

Love,

Momma

Presley: The Dog We Almost Didn't Have

Meet Presley.

This little guy is the only canine in a house full of felines. Yep, we have 4 cats (go ahead and judge me) and almost 4 years ago we found and adopted Presley. However, this is the story about how we almost didn't.

Let me back up a little bit. As I mentioned, we have 4 cats. And back then, our 16 year old daughter was still living at home and had been BEGGING us for a dog.
"Mom, Dad, puuuuuhleeease can we get a dog?? Puuuuhlease? I proooomise I'll take good care of it."

Right. Insert major eyeroll here. We had been putting it off for awhile because we knew that WE would end up being the ones taking care of it. Nonetheless, we soon found ourselves at The Austin Humane society. The smell was overwhelming. Uggghhhh dog smell. It permeated the room. We walked by several enclosures filled with dogs of various colors, shapes, sizes, and breeds. And then my eye caught a dog down at the very end of the aisle straight ahead.

*pause*

I made a beeline for him as if some invisible force was dragging me there. He was small. Dark brown and white coat, short and smooth. He was kind of an odd looking dog, but that wasn't what drew me to him. He was the saddest, most depressed looking dog in the whole shelter. I mean, you would've cried just to see this dog. I know because I did. His head was down on his paws, he wouldn't even lift it as I approached his cage. His eyes just stared up at me...deep and brown...with the world's sadness speaking to my heart. My heart that was already overflowing with love for this dog along with eyes brimming with tears...

"Someone!" I yelled. "I need to see this dog!" Erik and Alexis came up behind me to see what dog had drawn me over like a magnet. I put my hand through the hole to see if I could pet him. I touched his paw and he just kept his head down, his eyes staring at me intently. Ever so slightly, he nuzzled me with his cold wet nose and this time the tears were flowing.

I looked at his name. Elroy. What an old man name, I thought.

"Y'all" my voice quivered..."we need to take Elroy out of his cage and into the meeting room. I feel drawn to this dog." By then, Alexis had fetched a volunteer who told us she would meet us in a private room with Elroy. We sat in there and they brought him in so we could play with him. He warmed up and put his front paws up on my knees. I was soooooold.

I hoped Erik and Alexis were in agreement because in my mind, he was as good as adopted. After a few minutes in the room with him, to my delight, they were game! We told the volunteer that we wanted to start the paperwork and she went to the front desk. She came back and said,
"I'm sorry. Elroy is brand new and we haven't even processed his admittance paperwork yet. Can y'all come back Monday?"
"Sure!" we enthusiastically replied.

So we did. We came back Monday and you would not believe what happened. They never put us down for a hold on him and someone had ADOPTED HIM. He. Was. Gone.

My heart sank. How could this be? We were told he wasn't ready for paperwork and then they just GIVE him to someone else?? I felt so betrayed, but mostly heartbroken that our precious Elroy (who I had mentally prepared on taking home) would never see our home. I think we stayed a looked at a few more dogs that day...I don't even really remember, it was such a blur. If we did, they didn't leave an impression on us because we went home empty handed that day. That night, I wrote a tribute and posted it on social media, eyes full of tears as I clicked submit and mentally prepared to move on and try again.

A few days later, Alexis and I decided to go back to the Austin Humane Society without Erik and just shop around for a dog. We found a dog we were interested in named Hunter and decided to take him outside on leash to see what that was like. We had never taken a dog outside before; didn't even know it was an option but this volunteer said we could. She led us outside next to this caged in dog run and we walked Hunter around the grassy area outside the shelter. He was fun but I wasn't sure he was "the one."

We started to head back in, Hunter still on leash, when out of the corner of my eye in the covered dog run, I spotted a little brown and white dog. I ALMOST didn't see him. I did a double take and stared long and hard. Was that....ELROY????

I stopped and called the volunteer over, and said
"Is that little brown and white dog Elroy?!" incredulously?!
"Hmm...I'm not sure."
"A few days ago, we came to adopt a dog that looked just like him named Elroy and they said he had been adopted."
"Hmmm" she puzzled. "Come to think of it, I do think a dog was just returned today. Let me go check."

My heart raced with excitement. Could it be him?! If so, why on God's green earth would anyone return him?! We briskly followed her back to the front desk, and sure enough...it was Elroy.

I was beaming with excitement! He's BACK! Is he adoptable? What happened?! Turns out, he was adopted by an engaged couple who were preparing for their wedding. They had him for a few days and realized that he was spending more time in his crate than anything and that they were too busy to really truly care for a dog at this point in their lives.

I couldn't believe it. We just happened to come back to the shelter the DAY he had been returned. We just happened to go walking outside and see him in the dog run, when otherwise we would've totally missed him. I told the volunteers to PUT A FREAKING HOLD ON HIM, that we would fill the paperwork out and take him home.

And we did. We took him home that very day. We fell in love, and decided to change his name to Presley after Erik's favorite singer Elvis. I shocked the internet by posting the story about how someone had returned him and we were there to accept him with loving arms. They say if it's meant to be, it'll be. In the case of Presley Harvey, that indeed rings true.