In that can’t eat, can’t sleep, can’t do anything but think of him when I’m not with him and can’t hold down a conversation when I am.

Michael, I’m sorry but there’s this tiny and new little ginger who has absolutely stolen my heart.  And yours (I’ve know you a long time, dear husband, and I’ve never ever ever ever seen you soooo happy.) 

And Marshall has the hearts of all of our family who drove out just to meet him.  And the nurses. And all the staff.

And all of the people rooting us on.

Speaking of hearts, Marshall’s condition is as they determined while we were here in early December.

This fact keeps me in the moment. It’s all we have. Truly it’s all any of us have.