Moving mother and all of her equipment into our home was initially a logistical challenge.
Our house was small and full, with a tiny "great" room, a kitchen, three small bedrooms, two bathrooms, two teenage sons, a young daughter, and Louis and I.
The larger master bedroom with access to the master bath was clearly the most practical for mother's hospital bed and equipment. The boys shared a bedroom with bunk beds, so Louis and I slept in Emily's room, and Emily slept on the living room couch.
Hardly ideal, but it worked. As a citrus farmer, Louis woke up early every morning, tip-toed through the living room (so he didn't wake up Emily) to shower in the master bathroom and dress in the closet (so he didn't wake up mother).
Eventually we were able to enclose the porch off the kitchen with a futon for Emily. Still not perfect, but a little more breathing room for everyone and more privacy for Emily.
Even before we had a little more space, I don't remember my family ever complaining. Given the opportunity to make those same sacrifices, I have no doubts that they would willingly do so again without hesitation.
Their attitude reminds me of the quote by Gregory Laughery
in the header above:
"Others come first - through washing feet, laying down lives, loving as Jesus has loved us."
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