Home

Nearly four months after we left for John's organ transplant we are home! On the drive home I kept remembering things from these past months, blood, beeping, swelling, hope, loss of hope, friends, pastors, family, blood, reminders of how fragile life is, and each time I would look into the rear view mirror and there was John smiling and from time to time signing 'home, daddy, dog, home'. So many times I never thought this day would come, then there was the fear that I would eventually bring him home but he would have suffered traumatic brain damage and would barely be the same boy I left with, and yet here I sit, on my own couch, watching my precious boy with every bit of his personality, wicked smartness and amazing love of life. I am blessed, we are blessed. There are many thank you's to be said along the way, but tonight I want to start them off with a special thank you to Charity Baker and her family. The very word friend has become more precious and carries more meaning because of her, and truly the only hard part about leaving to come home is that now she is 5 hours away. Thank you Charity, you are a friend beyond measure.