I get up to give the last medication of the night. Waking, working, sleeping. One day runs into the next. Time has it's own flow. Acts of lifting, bathing, feeding, medicating have lost their burden. Now only freedom to slow down, to care remains. And the grace filled love of mother and child. Yes, grace is what I know most these days. Each day, each task ...it's all grace.
|Loves his Auntie Ruth!|