Some days I look around the house and think, "Jesus, we're home!" Generally I take it for granted. But every once in a while I remember. Then I take a deep breath and soak it all in.
There is no front porch at the hospital. No comfy couch. With only one room, you can't turn up the TV and laugh your ass off at The Office or 30 Rock. There is no grassy back yard with camping chairs and a cold beer.
Life at home is pretty good.
1 comment:
Welcome home. The picture is great. I've just learned of you from your comment on Non-Toxic Kids.
You are a hero and no one should have to go through what you have, even though I just started reading about your experiences I can tell that right away.
take care, and enjoy the porch, and your home sweet home.
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