He sits beside me on the couch ready to watch Scooby Do. I put my arm around him but he surprisingly pulls away.
"I'm not allowed to touch those," he says.
"Touch what, Ryan?" I ask him.
"Those." He points to my left breast, the one closest to him
"What?" I laugh. "Ryan, I don't care," I tell him.
"No!" she says firmly. "He cannot."
I look at her quizzically.
He was touching all the breasts at daycare..."
Rose, age 95
My Mother is sitting on her bed at the Lathrop Rest Home. I am visiting her just after her game of solitaire and just before dinner. She is relaxed and content.
I am telling her that we got the rent check for her house today.
"Do you think I'll ever live there again?" she asks me.
I have a pretty pat answer. "Well Mom, I don't think you'd want to live there alone, would you?"
She nods in agreement.
"No, not unless I get married."
Happy Birthday Mr. Ryan
Happy Birthday Mom.
I can't imagine life without either of you.