Caregiver Notes: What A Difference A Day Makes

It's got to be the most beautiful day ever here.  The sun is shining, we have a slight breeze to keep things cool, and the air is clear, not a cloud in the sky.  I don't remember ever having a more perfect day here in southern California.  I've got absolutely nothing to complain about, believe it or not.  ha. 

I don't know if it's the weather or maybe a full moon?  (my calender doesn't have those little moonie thingys on it to tell me about full or half or new moons).  Whatever "it" is, "it's" got everyone at the house, getting along with each other, being so nice it almost scares me. 


What a difference from yesterday.  What happened yesterday is what usually happens every day but what a difference a day makes.  A new beautiful day and new beautiful attitudes, moods, and even the pets are getting along nicely.


I just came across this photo of my mother and I from last Christmas when my sister did her best to take professional looking family photos with Mom.  I'm sure she and everyone else knew how big my butt looked, leaning into the photo area towards Mom, in those "make-my-butt-look-huge" white pants I was wearing.  But.. it's not the butt that makes the photo, no matter how big it looks.  It's how happy Mom and I are in the photo.  It's one I'll cherish forever.  Maybe that's why I'm almost euphoric today.  Finding this photo, the weather, the family all being home at the same time, together, spending time with each other...  It's all good.  Thanks Mom for loving me.  Thanks for adopting me and giving me into a loving family who never gives up on each other even if we have our major differences at times.  Thanks for being here still even though I know you're tired and probably want to go "Home".  Thank you for being my Mom.