I watched my mom eat her first food in days and days. A simple steaming bowl of Cream of Wheat. To me it looked like the gruel in a depressing Dicken's novel, but as I watched her take each small bite, it transformed into a five-star gourmet meal. Her face lit up and her body relaxed as she savored each spoonful. I might have to write the Cream of Wheat folks and pitch a new commercial.
Over the last few weeks I've been reminded to think positively and recognize the joys and blessings of each day. They're there, you simply have to see them.
I should be back to regular sewing time this weekend. I'm bursting with pent up energy to create.