This is the first day that life finally feels normal again. There is a normal mess on the floor, there is food in the fridge, and the laundry is relatively caught up.
I even made gingerbread from scratch on Thursday morning and nearly cried with happiness. Between late pregnancy pains, child birth, and the NICU, I haven't baked anything in my kitchen "just for fun" in over five months!
Jon took Friday off of work. It was wonderful. Everyone stayed in their pj's until 2:00 PM. Then Jon rode his bike to the DMV to get his driver's license replaced.
(My husband and my sister both lost their drivers licenses at the NICU. You have to drop off your license to the Security Guard to get into Children's Hospital and it's easy under great stress to forget to ask the guard to return your license to you.)
Today we're going trick-or-treating at the shopping mall across our street. Then my sister is taking the older kids out to pick pumpkins at a local farm.
On Sunday, we are watching Hannah's dear friend, Sister Peace, make her last temporary vow at the Basilica.
I'd thought we'd make a corporal work of mercy to visit the sick at nearby Children's Hospital, but baby Joey is already HOME! The little guy looked so great that his doctors sent him home less than a week after major open heart surgery. God is good!
