Hi there!
This is so I don’t forget to say something this morning.
EEG for the lady today, plan on seeing her around 10. Missing the 1 o’clock show to have Thanksgiving lunch with MastaG. Mom and Dad are going home today, life is going to whatever normal is going to be.
I’m ready. Bring it.
Love you, babe!
I kissed, very softly and sweetly, the sleeping, chapped, slightly open lips of my love about 20 minutes ago.
The sensation is still there, on my lips, in my mind.
It felt so right. I truly don’t know the last time I kissed her. Was it before she went to the hospital? She had a mask on in ICU and the PCU, so it couldn’t have been there. Was it before she was sick? She’s not into kissing while she’s in danger of vomiting.
I don’t remember.
The surgery went fine. She had the trache, the hand work, and a more permanent port installed for IVs and stuff.
I saw her, I rubbed her cheeks, free at last from the tape that kept that massive, ugly tube in her mouth.
I kissed her.
God, BJ. BJ, I love you so much. Oh, sweet Lord, bring my love back to me.