I was greeted by two men — one small, one big — who came running out to the car when I got home from the hospital yesterday around lunchtime. My cuz Lori brought me home to the fanfare.
Though I spent much of the day resting (translated: reading Oprah Magazine and snoozing — they never do let you get any rest in the hospital), last evening, I wandered out to one of our Adirondack chairs and watched my boys fish off of our dock.
The color, I realized as the egg yolk of the sun dripped and dipped toward the horizon, had returned to my life.
Amen to that.
Copyright 2011, Amy Rauch Neilson