Not anyone's fool, not even today

I finished the piece I was working on over the past few days. I had to take a photo of it because it's still on the watercolor block (hate to be wasteful of expensive paper!). It's my favorite one so far, but the photo does it absolutely zero justice. That led me to think on a grander scale. If this isn't as good as it is in reality, then maybe … just maybe the things that are wrong for me right now aren't as bad as they really are. Sure, mom is difficult. Her physical needs and dementia are challenges that are becoming more routine and less panic inducing. The boys are so good, so happy. They are flourishing. We have a home. A home that is filled with laughter and love. We are teaching them life lessons every day that mom lives with us. What it means to be family. What it means to give your word and keep it. What it means to do the right thing, even when it's hard.

So my piece of artwork is now my favorite for more than one reason.