We're doing just fine.

My Pretty Girl.

While I was looking for a picture of my Sweetie, this one came up, and I love it. It captures her just as I see her everyday. 

The love that I have for her seems to grow more each day. I find her more and more attractive as we grow old together. It is like taking care of a kitten that can't take care of itself. So fragile, so delicate, so innocent that I cannot but grow to love her more each and every day. 

I know that this is a love forever, the type that stories are written about. To see the look in other women's eyes when they see the way I love and take care of her. That unspoken of how lucky she is to have me care for her. Or where can I find a man like that to take care of me. What love they share. 

I remember that while I was working, the saying that if you love what you do for a living, you'll never work a day in your life. 

I can say the same thing about a love like ours, that if you love the one your with, you'll never find what you're doing to be too hard or to messy, it is life and we move on. 

Tuesday

We started out the same way as usual. I am now so use to the script of this play, I have it memorized. The coming into the room slowly, getting her attention, seeing her eyes lite up when she recognizes me and we begin. 

As I pass the window, I open the drapes just enough to let some light into the room. Not enough to blind her, just to lighten up the room. Sitting on the bedside table, we talk. I tell who I am, and what our plans are for the day. 

One of the judgement calls come from how she gets out of bed. If she gets up easily, then we are in for a good morning, it is when she fights me for the blanket, and bemoans her moving, I know we are going to have a ruff time of it. 

This morning was a easy time getting up. 

After we got to the dining room table, she sits and I get food. I've moved a stool to her side of the table. This way, I can sit next to her, and she likes that better than across from her. I think it works well. in between bites, she can hold my hand, again touching for us is good. 

After we went out and returned home, had lunch, and was going to go to the zoo. When she went back to bed. Before she went to bed, she was excited and wanted to go to the zoo. But when she went back to bed, all of the zoo's interest faded away, maybe today, we'll see. 

As we round the bend and head for the evening, Driver looks back and sees that we are doing just fine. Me sitting in the corner of the back seat, Sweetie snuggled up against me as I hold her tight. We drift off to sleep, as Driver steers the car down the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.