I set her pillows just so, get onto her bed with her and push Play on the remote. We are going to watch a movie together, one she'll say she doesn't understand what is going on several times throughout but will watch and be entertained by nonetheless.
Cheyenne plops her head on the side of the bed. Mom looks at me, says, She can come up.
As if she understood, Cheyenne leaps onto the bed, worms her way between us and circles once before plopping down beside Mom and resting her head on Mom's legs. Mom places her hand on Cheyenne's back and rubs her. At this, Cheyenne stretches up to Mom's face and returns the affection with appreciative licks.
Mom laughs. She smiles and she laughs!
In my mind, the comfort of simple things. Coffee percolating. Warm cinnamon rolls in the kitchen. Watermelon. Ice melting in a glass of lemonade on a summer's day. Licking the icing from the spoon. This moment.
3 comments:
When all else fails, call out the dogs! What a precious moment.
bubbles, alison.
A lot different from the days she'd say, "Hey, who let that brown dog in the house?"
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