This morning I had to be at work by 7am. David is normally up and gone by then, but lucky for him he was still in bed. I went to my client's house and got him up and ready for the day. He has cerebral palsy, so we have a routine we go through in the morning. He has to do a vest treatment for 20 minutes. Getting him to do the treatment takes a little bit of coaxing and some negotiating since he doesn't enjoy it. So, once we finally came to a compromise, I started the machine. Then I shaved him, washed his face and put some astringent on (he has a way better facial plan than me). I felt a sense of love for him as I did for him what he could not do for himself. Then I started thinking about David, and what I do for him. Am I as patient with him? Do I understand him even when he doesn't say anything (my client can not speak)? Do I love him unconditionally and would I be willing to do anything for him?
When I came home from work today, our bed was made. David does definitely prefer a tidy home, but I am the one that is a bit OCD about tidiness and everything being in it's place. So, when I walked into my room, I realized this simple act was a way that David showed his love for me.
