Daniel’s Mother

Last night, Daniel overheard me bemoaning the loss of a wing back chair we had been storing in our bedroom for Dave and Laura. The next thing I knew Daniel was bringing in a kitchen chair, with his pillow for me to sit on. Then he added a foot rest and a blanket and a goblet of water. He topped off the royal treatment with a back rub and fanning me with a handmade fan! When I thanked him for his kind service he replied, "Of course, your my Mom!" I tell you, Whistler's Mother never had it so good!