It's 11:30 pm. In seven hours, we will be arriving at Pre-Op. Rowdy says that he doesn't remember going there all those weeks ago. He doesn't really remember September at all. But I do. Maybe that's why I'm watching White Christmas instead of trying to sleep. I ought to be in bed, holding my husband close. There won't be any of that for at least a week. I should snuggle up to him and listen to the TPN pump whirr for the last night.
Because I remember September, I will go downstairs sooner rather than later. I will watch my love for as long as I can.
3 comments:
sending angels your way today. love you.
Amberly, they're here. I knew I could count on you and them.
i cherish reading things like this years later. i'm bathed in an emotional wave of wonderment at your abilities.
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