We have arrived. It was a race, but we are grateful to be here without further incident.

We picked up our other son who has been on hospital duty and went to find nourishment while Jacob was having his bed changed. 

By the time we returned, Jacob was sleeping and we decided not to wake him. So we are in the cafeteria chatting and recovering the news of the week – for both of us.

We are staying tonight in the town of my birth, a place I never knew and cannot identify with.  Perhaps I will get to know it some while we are here.

Feeling grateful this evening for so many things, not the least of which is Jacob is fine with some surgery.  For children who care for each other. For so many friends and so many prayers.  All are grace.