Precious moments

Sweetie at Disneyland.

Stuck, I'm stuck in how to begin writing this morning. On of the little tricks I've learned over the past year on getting started is to just start writing. Letting you know the we are doing fine. It seems that I get stuck in trying to figure out how to talk about the same thing day in and day out.

Yesterday was a day of normal, sad, surprises, confusion, and joy. So, lets just get into it. 

Sunday 

It was the day that the boy's came over. I wanted Sweetie to be ready, but as you can think, how do you prepare someone with Dementia that some people are coming over to invade her sanctuary? If you haven't figured it out, you can't. 

No matter how many times I would tell her they are coming, she would forget. Oh well.

Sweetie was up earlier then normal for her. So we did our morning drill, and then off to the living room to, what else, watch TV. Being that it was Sunday, and here is where we now go to church. As soon as I turned Joel on, she seemed memorized by his message. Then, to Sagebrush to listen to Todd's message, again great interest. Finishing with Skip's message on marriage. Sweetie was aware, and paying attention. 

We had French toast for breakfast. First time in a long time for something other than eggs or cereal. She is eating more slowly these days, so I have learned to get up, clear my plate, and let her finish at her pace. 

When the boys and dad showed up, it overwhelmed her. Such a clamor of activity and voices. Bodies all over the place filled with excitement and movement. Her first reaction was to head of the bedroom. 

When she returned, son had brought his guitar and was going to serenade her with Christian Praise songs. As I gathered the storm of boys outside, he sat with her and she sat and smiled at him. Now, I wished I had taken a picture of the two of them. Precious moments. 

Meanwhile, out in the back yard, it was "Grampa, what do you want me to do?" The two oldest boys, it was do this or do that, and all I had to do was monitor, and advise. The youngest, was a little more creative stuff, like pull weeds, and in the clean up, he got to use the blower to clean up the clippings and dirt. He did a good job, I was impressed. 

Ended the work day with going to Sonic and getting treats. Sweetie didn't understand her mini blast, so it is now in the freezer waiting for a more quiet time to bring it out. 

The fun event was when they were leaving, Sweetie got out. I thought she was going to say good bye, silly me. She turned and went the other directions. I had to scramble and get her back into the house, for I was barefoot and wasn't ready for a walk. 

No sooner did I get her in the house, put on my flipflops, she was out again. Being prepared, we went on a walk. 2 times around the loop, and she was done. I could see it in her face and eyes. 

We finished the day in our comfort zone way. Couch, TV, and cuddling. 

When we went to bed, it was different then normal. She rolled over and we spooned for awhile. Me curled up around her, arm over her waist, and her holding my hand. We haven't slept that way in years. When I woke, she was still there, next to me, how wonderful it was. Easter egg at night, and first thing in the morning. 

We did some traveling yesterday, on the Road to Dementia Town. Went through sections where the flowers painted the ground with their yellow, blue and purple petals. Joys to behold, as we go, Keeping Our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.