Mom is sleeping soundly in her bedroom. I can hear her gently snoring. I pull up a photo of Mom from a couple days ago and make a quick study to help me settle for the day ahead.

I can't remember what time the caregiver is coming this morning to give Mom her sponge bath. It could be in the next few minutes or an hour and a half. I know there was a change but I didn't update the Google Calendar so I don't have a point of reference. I'll remember to ask the caregiver when she comes today.

It is a quiet morning. A light summer breeze rustles the leaves of the Lombardi Poplar, casting its protective shade to cool the house.

I like the drawing. It gives me a sense of peace and strength. Mom says, "You help me to be strong. I am excitable. You are calm." I haven't shown her the drawing yet.

I showed Mom the drawing.

"Oh, Jenny! You have drawn God. That picture will inspire so many."

"You are doing great, Mom."

Mom replied, "Hold on!"