our home, which I think of as family. Home is not a house, even though we live in a house with a roof, a heat source for winter, a cooling source for summer--but home is more than that. Home is a place of security, a place of warmth of love---care, compassion, a heart beat of concern for one another.
In our home, we have our 86 year old wheel chair bound mother. Who needs more care every month. However, she can normally rise and get out of her bed and into the wheel chair. Mom is so grateful. She always says, "good morning" it looks nice outside, the sun is shining, those flowers are beautiful. Only occassionally will she say, 'it's been a long day, or I don't feel good." Extremely positive person--
I am thankful for my mother. She was 86 this week on Monday.
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