HOME

There sure is nothing like bein' home.  My kids next to me cuddling in bed.  Even though I can not lift them up (for up to 6 weeks), I can read to them, and lie with them, and caress their hands and sing to

them.  I longed for these moments while we were separated.  Just to be home, hearing my kids screeching out of delight, everyone eating in the kitchen, the smell of coffee brewing and tortillas warming on the comal.  The simple pleasures that we so easily forget.  My recovery will happen much quicker now that we are all back together.