I'm back from a trip to care for my Parents. It was full of wonderful, messy emotion.
I watched as my Mom would sleep and envision all her dreams, the love she has in her
heart and how beautiful she is.
My Dad, still the strong commanding fart he always had been, coupled with a noticeable fear I've never seen before - a vulnerability that was hidden from his daughter for many years.
I pretended not to notice...
All in all, It was a sacred time for me. Being there, from beginning to end. I savored the moments until I had to return home to recuperate. Though frustrated at times, especially when Mom wouldn't use "Junior", her new walker. Throughout this experience, all I can say is that life offers us so many opportunities to grow and rise to the occasion.
Isn't that the sweetest thing?
100% thrifted outfit (excluding tights,scarf)
Shirt tied as a vest
Have a sweet Monday!