Whoot Woo.

All about her.

Yes it is, it is all about her. She is the one that gets me up in the morning, the one that deems it necessary for the things that I do. 

It is the long view, the next day, the changes that are coming. I've written much about Sweetie's changes. On her speech, her ability to take care of herself, her memory. As each of those abilities decline, I find myself stepping up to deal with each episode of her new normal. 

Change isn't just her decline, it is also my soft loving care that is increasing. What would happen if I left her to her own understanding? Where would she be if I left her alone for a whole day? or two days, or, heaven forbid, a week? She wouldn't have the where with all to take care of herself, let alone feed herself. 

As a new flower emerges from the branch of it limb, it first appears as a bud, then the bud grows to the point it burst into a flower. For me, that is the way my character grow each day. New flowers to show the love that is needed to care for one so special as my Sweetie. 

Friday

This morning is on the low side of good. Knowing each day is either a good, not so good, to a bad morning, I prepare myself for all three. Sweetie isn't in the best of moods, yet at the same time she is what she will be. 

At breakfast she is in that neutral position of not happy, and not sad, just there. I get her to sing with me our grace song. There are times when she mouths the words, and then there are times she will try and sing with me. This morning was a mothing morning. 

For me, any response to the song is a good one. That means the memory is still in there and is still active. 

She just wouldn't come with me as I got ready to go to the golf course. With a hug and a kiss, off I went. 

Came home to find her in bed. So what else is new? That is her nest, her safe place, and I find comfort in it. Knowing that she isn't walking the floor until I get home. 

Up, lunch and to the mall. Did a good walk about, she was having a good time for awhile. Then the drudgery of walking started to set in. As we walked it became harder to get a smile out of her. As we got close to the end, she pointed it out and was eager to get to the car. 

The highlight of the day was on the way home, there is an intersection with a large dip in it. As we got close to it, I was giving a audible notice of here it comes, big bouncy bounce. As we went in and were on the other side, I got a Whoot, Woo from Sweetie. I just burst into laughter. She has never done that. Never! She has always been afraid of unexpected movements. 

Driver is full of tricks to make the boring fun again. Even for a second. I'll never forget that moment, the Whoot Woo from Sweetie that day, that moment in time. That snapshot of her joyous face with that great smile of hers. Life at the moment was perfect as we laughed and Whoot Wooed ourselves through another day on the Road to Dementia town, Whoot Wooing Our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.