We Are Home

The surgeon came around just after 7am this morning and said Michael could go home when he was ready but not to rush “things” if you catch my drift.  So, just a little after noon we were heading out the door.  By the time we stopped at Wal Mart with me rushing in and Michael sitting in the truck—picking Emmi up at Nat’s, and getting fuel for the truck, we hit home around 3pm. 

Michael is sitting/sleeping in his chair and there is one happy little dog keeping him company For those of you who know my husband well—have you ever seen him wear anything but Wranglers???  Those are sweat pants he is wearing, I promised not to post a full photo, only his legs! 

Emmi was berserk when we got to Nat’s, howling, jumping all over us, I think the poor thing missed her Mom and Dad!

Hospital rooms are good for something: I almost finished this little wool project—Paulette, what do you call these little things??  Don’t look too close at my stitching—this was a first for me but I am totally hooked!

It is so good to be home, we are certain Michael will get a little bit better each day and soon we will be thinking of heading south.