Still laughing

Last night, after dinner, I visited Mom in her room. She was "snug as a bug in a rug" as she used to say to us when we were children. Tucked in with the ceiling fan running (it helps her to breathe better- but her room is so cold), she said for the hundreth time that week, "I love this bed!" I hopped on beside her and pulled the throw blanket over me. Two minutes later, Anna appeared in the doorway, paused for a second, then ran over and burrowed between us. We were all engrossed in a cooking show about three chefs battling to make the Guiness Book of World records for the highest sugar skyscraper in the world. Between gasps of awe or sorrow when a sugar pillar cracked, we laughed out loud and cheered for the winner--he constructed a white sugar Empire State Building over sixteen feet tall. Sometimes lifes greatest triumphs are felt lying down. Sweet moments.