Tonight when we got home from the hospital John had a great time chasing the dog with a Nerf sword, digging through my file cabinet and feeding the dog stuff that thankfully I no longer actually wanted, digging through his father's desk and dismantling things that he found in there, lining up trucks in his room, and then he started playing in the sink. Mark and I were talking and just peripherally watching this and then John got it just right and we had to come see. On a day that included trying to figure out what new signs to look for so that we could rush John to the hospital next time he needed to go, hopefully prior to needing an ambulance, visiting with beloved hospital staff, friends both in person and online and family over the phone about John needing to be listed for transplant, wondering how in the world I was going to break it to the poor cleaning lady at the hospital and the old guys at the front door of Sam's if John didn't survive all this, worrying about if John can have a transplant, and the family of the child he will receive organs from, getting lost in town driving places that I knew where I was going and just basically being a basket case it was/is amazingly pleasant and comforting for John to be his normal silly self and that the water fountain here reminded Mark of silly stuff he did at the same age added to the wonderfulness of being here, now with these people God gave me to love and care for. Thanks to everyone who has cared for us through this, each of you are a reminder of God's love to us, God bless you.
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