DELIGHTFUL
A word my dad used to describe the landscape of snowy mountains in Logan after wearing his new glasses.
Although he didn’t recognize the roads he has driven thousands of times, he embraced the beauty of snow covered trees and rooftops as I drove him home from the optometrist.
Dad loved the clear vision and expressed his enthusiasm with hoots and hollers.
Childlike, yet profound.
Alzheimer’s is a journey of moments.
One moment he remembers my name and tells me he loves me.
The next moment he can’t seem to find the way out of his bedroom.
He’s teaching me to wrap my arms and heart around all of it.
Living in the present tense and loving each moment.
Lifting my gaze up to the heavens and back down to my dad’s sweet face.
Recognizing the beauty.
Adopting his view of the world . . .
Delightful.
