This morning was one of those days you always dream of: everything went right. Ricki actually got up without too much prodding, got dressed, and ate breakfast. She had me comb her hair into a pigtail, and took her medications. Not only did she leave the house in a happy, smiling mood; she was on time!
But the icing on the cake:
She was in such a good mood that she didn’t even remember to take her imaginary friends with her. Usually as she leaves, she makes a motion as if holding someone’s hand, and says something like “Come, let’s go.” Today she simply waved, said “bye”, flashed a megawatt smile, and bounded down the stairs with nary a glance behind her.