Cherish these moments.

On the beach where we belong.

Pictures are when we were happy, when the times were good. Why else would you keep them? It is the times that we look back on, to remind us that we were happy and smiles did exist.

Like today, there are times when I just sit and smile. I'm happy when she is with me, holding my hand, and when I turn to her, she smiles at me. For no other reason than she is with me. I cherish those moments. 

We had a bout with many trips to the bathroom the past couple of days. What I think is the real sad thing about it, is that she doesn't know. If all things work out well, today she will be back to somewhat normal today. 

As we slept last night, I woke and was aware that she was awake too. There were times when that would happen, and I would reach out and touch her, and she would touch back. A turn, a snuggle, another touch, and the wonders of lovemaking would happen.

Now, I'm afraid to touch her, If she is awake, what would she do? What would she think, so I lay still and wait for either her or I to go back to sleep. I guess I should be happy that she isn't getting up and walking around the house. Like a rose, the beauty is found at the end of the thorns. 

Driver tells me that there is a bouquet waiting for us, when we arrive at our destination. Sweetie will be able to touch and smell the flowers, and I will try to hold back the tears. For we are on the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya Luv ya, and God Bless.