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 me.
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. A citrus farmer, Louis woke up early every morning, tip-toed through the living room to avoid waking Emily sleeping on the couch and showered in the master bedroom and dressed in the closet so he wouldn't wake mother.
Eventually we were able to enclose a porch off the kitchen with a futon where Emily could sleep.
Even before the enclosed gave us a little more breathing room, I don't remember my family ever complaining. Given the opportunity to make the same sacrifices, I have no doubt that they would 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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