Home sweet home

I went down to get a sandwich at the hospital and there they had a big turkey dinner. I burst into tears and I couldn’t stop crying. They gave me two of the biggest plates you ever saw and someone paid for it too. It was so good that I went back and gave the cooks free tickets to the concert.

So when Hugh came to pick us up, I met him with a nice meal!!! Isn’t that beautiful? And I didn’t have to cook it. We are now all home and Sara was jumping in her bath chair and squealing because she was so happy and delirious that she gets to put on her Owly pajamas.

We’ve turned a corner. She and Dad are on the mend. Now just praying that God will restore my voice, help with allllll the arrangements and bring the people.

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