Love

For the second day in a row Sam was doing well. Her speech was clear for most of the day and my sister and I were able to converse with her a bit. I had brought Sam a fun book to look at called Max Makes a Million, about a dog who is a poet who goes off to Paris. The book is wonderfully illustrated by Maria Kalman and it is also a love story. Sam and I used to read the book to each other early on, when we had first met. It covered our mutual interests back then which was simply, art and love. Sam was able to read the front cover of the book and then got caught up with the great illustrations. My sister Sheryl, who had not seen Sam for a little over two weeks was stunned by her progress and all of the positive changes. That was good to hear. After my sister left, Sam and I spent another few hours together. When it came time to say goodnight, Sam and I kissed and then I noticed that Sam had begun to cry. I told her that it was alright to feel so sad, and that it was a pretty screwed up situation. She took my hand and brought it up to her lips to kiss, and then proceeded to kiss every finger on my hand. She then proceeded to my other hand and did the same. At this point of course, I too was crying. She then started to tell me that "the reason I love you so much is cause......." I could not make out the last part of her sentence, but I didn't need to. At that moment love had blanketed the room and nothing else mattered.