Here's how my morning started. I woke up in my mother's bed, next to my mother, with her trembly fingers stroking my back. My daughter, who is also visiting from California and staying with my mother, was standing next to my side of the bed and she was rubbing the top of my head. They were each speaking about how much they loved me. Sandwiched in love. I wish this for everyone.
When I get down or weary or anything-less-than-satisfied-with-life, I will consider this morning and know that I am loved...and that I am no different than most people, who simply haven't had it as dramatically demonstrated. I just had the pleasure of seeing it and being aware of it.
Ain't life grand?