Now that the Florida mornings are a bit cooler, I’ve started taking Dad outside onto our screened patio for his usual breakfast of oatmeal, and apple sauce with his powdered meds mixed in. He seemed to enjoy sitting there, looking around the backyard with unusual alertness. A gentle breeze made the crepe myrtle branches sway and a few nearby birds were generous with their melodies, even though they did not come to our garden this morning.
In fact, Dad was alert all morning, from the time I went into his room to get him up. His eyes were clear and wide. I sat on the bed and gave him a hug. “Your a good boy,” he said. And then “Bless your heart.” Mom came in shortly after and gave him a big kiss, to which he responded, “That was a good one!” Mom and I laughed.
It was great to see him looking rested and in good spirits, and I’m sure Mom was lifted a bit, too.