Sis and I went to visit Dad today. We are never sure from day to day if he is going to recognize us as his daughters, or merely as people that are familiar to him, so we always take it slow in the beginning. I put my hand on his shoulder and said, "Hi, Dad, it's Cindy and Susie. How are you today?" He looked me right in the eye and said, "Now that you're here, I'm A-Number 1."
It's the little things . . . always the little things . . . that keep you going.