Caregiving through your Birthday

 "What's wrong? Sarah asks, standing in the dark hallway, staring at me with wide eyes. 

I'm nestled on the sofa, waked-and-baked, surfing the Whole Wide World in my hands, listening to good music, in the soft glow of a fire burning on a beach illuminating from the TV. 

"Nothing," I smile. 

She rubs her pillow hair, yawns, "I was dreaming" and shuffles back into the darkness to bed. 

It's only 5 in the morning. 

It's bad when your caregiver dreams about caregiving. 

Of course, I do lots of things that keep her up at night.  

Covered in pollen, I lovingly wash the car for Sarah, so it'll be nice and clean when she leaves for work visits. Everything's great, until I forget to put the windshield wipers down before slamming the hood shut. 

Somehow, she manages to put them back in place and functioning before leaving for her appointments. 

A few days after, I'm happily weeding around the oasis of a backyard Sarah's put together for us, and toss the hose in the pool to move patio furniture. 

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?" Sarah screams 4 hours later when water's overflowing the back yard and our perfect pool looks funny. 

"Shit!" I curse to myself, happily laid out on the sofa with Che. 

Hours later, after Che and I are asleep, Sarah finishes reassembling as best she can, the stretched and slightly caddywampus pool. 

She's sore as Hell the next day but does manage to give me the finger. 

These things bother me so I pull myself off of the sofa to resume self-medication and reheat my coffee and, turning on the light above the stove and see Sarah's note. 

"Did you turn off the stove?" is written in dark blue letters on a soft blue paper and taped on top of the clock. 

Recently I do fine cooking, but apparently there are concerns over me making sure everything's shut down when I'm finished, so Sarah made me this reminder. 

No wonder she dreams about what I  may be doing because lately these are the things I've been doing. 

It's Sarah's birthday and, she's tired.

It's also Mother's Day and, she is tired. 

Che and I are baking a cake that Sarah bought for the occasion(s) last week. 

She planed it out because she knows that's pretty much all I'm capable of doing. 

What can I do, except wish. 

Happy Birthday Sarah!

Happy Mother's Day too!

You're the gift that keeps me living, fills our home with love and laughter while holding us together and believing in the future we still share. 

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