I didn't know what to expect....

...when my mother called me to come into her room this morning.



I immediately recognized a change.  She was dressed for the first time in weeks, her hair was combed and she had color in her cheeks.  The smell of coffee hung in the air.



...she's back, I thought.

...and then she asked...



...do you think I will live long enough to make another yo-yo quilt.



...yes, I said...



...let's just plan on it.