Home at last . . .

We finally got to the Belgrade homestead at 5:30 pm. Emily was here with food in the fridge and food on the table.
I think Steve ate more in one meal tonight than he has eaten in an entire day during the past month. Surely being home is already good for him. He is weak and fatigues easily but I can see that soon he will regain his strength.
We are giddy. After a month cooped up without anything to look at but the walls in his hospital room, fresh air and trees are almost a new sensation for Steve. I never realized how blissful a cold but damp December day can be!