Every morning I walk into my mother’s room and take her a glass of orange juice. At that moment I’m able to gauge how my mother is feeling and the general tone for the day. As I dropped the juice off my mother proceeded to give me smile, a wave, and a pretty enthusiastic “good morning”. Today was going to be a good day.
My mother slept for the better part of the day, but by early afternoon she was up and showered. She then asked my father to take her to the store so that she could get some fish to fry. Any day that my mother feels well enough to cook manifests into a small celebration. That evening she fried fish for dinner and we all sat around the table and made our bellies full while laughing and reminiscing about times past. Now, more than ever, these are moments that I want to capture in my memory forever and always.
Today was a good day.