Most favorite things.

 There are three of my most favorite things in this picture. Can you Guess? If you guess Sweetie, then you have the first one. What are the other two? Hint; location and headwear. 

I'm having problems with this new layout for the blog. I used to be able to put a caption under the pictures, now for whatever reason, that function isn't as easy as it was before. I'll keep working on it, and figure it out. 

There isn't much to talk about this morning. I let Sweetie sleep in, and it was noon when I went up to get her and she had just gotten up. Took the opportunity to get her into the shower, and cleaned up. Love the short hair, makes it so much easier to wash and then just towel dry. 

Two things that I've noticed lately. One, because I've been able to take her off her anti-anxiety meds, she is becoming more regular. Before, it was a waiting game for her to pass anything, and when she did, it was very large. Now, she is going more, and with that small movements. Which in my case, makes it much easier to keep her clean. Second, she is loosing weight. I weigh her once a month, and she has lost 3lbs. She is eating well, and it bothers me that she isn't maintaining her body mass. She is under 120lbs now, and on that note, I too am loosing weight. For me, I can afford the weight loss, for her, not so much. 

Sometimes, I think of the changes that have come so naturally for me. The idea that my job is to be a parent to a 75 year old child. That I have to check her pullups like a parent would check the diaper's of a child. And then do what needs to be done to keep her bottom clean. I guess I'm blessed because she used to fight me about doing it, and she just lets me do it. I tell her that it is my job to take care of her, and this is one of the things that I have to do. Gone are the fun times when pulling down her pants was leading to the joy of being her husband, now it is making sure she isn't red and sore. My how things have changed. 

That is what my Driver keeps telling me. Don't let your ego write checks that your body can't cash. In a gentle way, I'm being re-directed to my new role, and that is of a loving husband that cares more about caring for his life's partner, then his own self. That is my purpose in life now. He keeps telling me, that my treasure is growing and is waiting for me. But in the meantime, there is a road to travel, and so we do. Out the door, and into the car, and with a roar of the mighty engine, we're off. Down the Road to Dementia Town, wearing my cool sun glasses, and Keeping our Shiny Side Up. See you at the next stop, I'll know it is you, because you'll have your Shiny Side Up. Love Ya, and God Bless.