Contentment ...

Karen fastens the seat belt my hands can no longer manage, each time she helps me into the car.

I'm thankful for her protection.

Honey Gail reads - aloud - over the phone - a home town weekly  newspaper my eyes can no longer see.

I'm grateful for her thoughtfulness.

I eat fresh tomatoes from Karen's garden in Tennessee and I watch beautiful sunsets through Honey Gail's eyes in Arkansas ...

Sunsets, tomatoes, seat belts and newspapers represent only a tiny sample of the love Karen and Honey Gail give to  me.

I am a mother well blessed.

And life is good.