Tonight Kate came into our bedroom carrying a night gown, a heavy knit sweater, and a tee shirt we had bought on a trip to Africa. It reminds me of similar things she has done in the past. For example, as we left for Barnes & Noble this afternoon, she picked up two framed photographs to take with her, one of her father, the other of our son. A few days ago, she took a pair of underwear and socks with her when we went to dinner. She left them in the car, but several months ago she took an extra pair of socks with her into a restaurant and just put them on the table.
As I was entering this post, she asked me for help. She wanted something to wear for tomorrow. I think she must have intended the tee shirt and sweater to be for tomorrow. I asked if she would like me to get her something. She said she would. I took the tee shirt and sweater back to her closet and brought her something else that I thought would be more appropriate for tomorrow. She was happy to have help. Sometimes she goes for what is easy even if it means sacrificing a measure of independence.
