Stairs.

I slept on the couch with him every night when it got too bad for him to come up stairs.

That said, there were a few nights I just needed a proper bed.

The few times I did this, I would awake to him next to me.

He willed himself up the stairs, to lay next to me.

He could barely walk, but he found his way to me.

When I awoke, not only was I pleasantly surprised, I was concerned as to how he got there.

Yet in the morning...

I would carefully guide him down the stairs never allowing him to try and walk.

He and I sat on those stairs, and I made sure he was on his butt.

Scooting down.

To me?

He was like porcelain, too fragile and too important to take any chances with walking.

But he was a tough guy.

He thought he could do any and everything, and well truly, he did.

He showed me love.

Compassion.

I just tried to return the favor.

May we all find someone who makes us a cup of tea each morning while pouring a ton of compassion into the mix.

And may we all meet someone who will find us no matter what, because they love us.

So as we may help them down those flight of stairs, I also believe love is so strong it will climb up to conquer us.

Love and help is all around.

Sometimes we just need the fortitude to climb to find it, or conversely sit down humbly and slide down while holding hands.

But it's there.

Especially with the right person.

Xoxo,

C.