My Lovely Mom....

Wednesdays are the days I call my mom to see how she's doing. At 87 she is full of life and can still tell a funny joke. I listen to her tell me about her aches, pains, and loneliness, and I remind her that it is more important to think about how good her life really is. She is still full of wise counsel. She can still laugh at herself. Every day she lives is a day I treasure, and I think that's a lovely thing.