Not Ready

I was just thinking...Mom, I'm not ready. I know you're 84 years old, but I'm just not ready to lose you yet. That's selfish, isn't it? I'm pretty sure you're not ready to leave yet, either. I keep thinking, we don't get to "pick." God's already chosen that date for us. Ecclesiastes says there's "a time to be born and a time to die." Well, I'm not ready for your time. Then again, I suppose I shall never be ready. It's just, this last week has been so much fun! I love being with you, and talking with you, and caring for you. I love that you're "quiet as a little mouse" when you get up early to take your medicine, making sure you don't wake me on the couch where I sleep. How you watch TV without the sound--or closed caption--is beyond me! I love it when you make a funny remark and then giggle.  (Like the joke about my "nighttime attire,"--sweat pants and a t-shirt.) I love how we share chocolate together after a meal. Hmmm...guess you could say, "I love you!" Reminds me of that book, I'll Love You Forever. "I'll love you forever. I'll love you for always. As long as I'm living, my mommy you'll be!"