At 9 o'clock last night I hugged and kissed every inch of my beautiful Grace. I watched my little boy and my baby girl play happily together as they usually do. I just smiled. They will be together again soon enough. My mom gently took her away and we drove off into the dark, rainy night. We arrived at the hotel after 11. It was eerie. It felt like yesterday and it felt like a million years ago all at one time. I remember ending our journey at the Windsor (they make you stay local for a while after discharge). I remember my mom reading books to Luke at that long desk and I remember trying to get Luke to eat Cream of Wheat. I remember my mom and Luke singing Happy Birthday to me with a stale Dunkin Donut. It was all good because back then we were getting ready to come home. Now here we are 4 years later and the only thing that is different is the size of Luke’s clothes. He is still the sweetest boy being put through things nobody should ever have to. I love you Luke!
We are waiting anxiously for the doctors to come out and tell us how the broviac placement went.