We made it to St. Jude. When Lucy crawled up in that familiar hospital bed she smiled from ear to ear. She
later painted a picture and wanted me to write "I love St. Jude" at the bottom. Bless her sweet heart.
We haven't heard from any doctors but really didn't expect to tonight. We should have a pretty good pow wow by tomorrow afternoon I suspect. I am all at once scared, thankful, restless, peaceful, sad and happy. Mainly, right now, I am utterly exhausted. So are my two traveling companions.
Nothing could have been sweeter than holding my babies tonight. All three of them. I've missed them so much.