I knew this would come. Matthew is now scared of his surgery on Monday. HE holds it together most days well, but usually has a few bouts of tears every evening. He knows we are close to coming home, but that by getting closer to coming home, he is closer to surgery. The last one was so painful and has left him with some rather terrible memories. Hard to convince him otherwise. Besides, I can't lie to him, it will hurt.
As for me, I am ready to go home too. I am getting rather lonely. Tonight at dinner it was all new faces as so many we have gotten to know have gone home. I am craving adult conversation, adult tv shows and a glass of red 'w'. If I know my dear husband, all three will be waiting when we get home in 4 sleeps.
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