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We woke up at 8:00 a.m. this morning. It was a sharp contrast to our days in the hospital or to Harold’s longtime 5:15 morning alarm. Even better, we were home in our own bed. Life is good.

  

In some ways the last ten days have been like a dream. So many kindnesses, so much support, so much love. There have been harsh realities that startle us and there have been continued confirmations that we are in our Heavenly Father’s care. Did all this really happen? Is it real?

  

We were released from University hospital Sunday by 1:00 pm. As we approached the door I thought I recognized the woman coming in. This woman was pushing a baby stroller. Could it be? Our eyes met and she immediately opened her arms to give me a hug. Yes, here was my fellow nomad – the woman whose husband had undergone the same surgery as Harold. She was amazed and encouraged by how good Harold looked. “Give it a day,” we encouraged, “your husband will feel better too.”  
No, this wasn’t a dream. She and her baby were real.

  

Harold does look amazing. You don’t see his scar unless you are tall enough to look down on his head. Then you will notice a graceful superman “s”. The incision is held together with staples reminding me of railroad tracks. (Harold won’t let me post a picture, but it’s cool.)

  

The most pronounced side effect is a physical and mental tiredness which we are told will gradually decrease over the next month.  That said, we took a 30 minute walk through the neighborhood today and had some pretty lively debates.

A good friend once explained that Faith is simply taking the next step. When I heard it I knew it was true. 

 

 

March 25, 2012