Report from the Homefront

Caleb, Mom and I just finished a tasty, home cooked dinner. Spudly dog and Boof (the cat) sitting at our feet, waiting for something to fall into their awaiting mouthes. All the normal sounds, smells and sights that make a house home surround us. This is where Caleb will heal. He had a pretty good day today. We woke up early, showered and ate breakfast and then set off on a walk. Calebs walking seems even more comfortable and natural on the grounds where he first learned how. Most fleet kids are so used to walking on dirt that we actually walk crooked when you put us on a level floor. We walked with spudly out to Dire pond, all the while talking and telling the kinds of stories that start with "do you remember the time" and end in everyone laughing. I think this is the kind of stuff that is really getting things turning- to have all these reminders around that stir up memories and emotions, even if only subconsciously. Things are going well here and it is just so good to see my boy smiling, talking and laughing at home. I was lying in bed last night, listening to the sounds of Caleb breathing. I was thinking how I almost lost that sound, how we were all so close to never hearing that sound again. All I could do was lie there and love that sound, coming from a few feet away in the perfect dark that surrounds our home at night, and just love it with every bit of my heart.

Mom wanted me to mention that there is a meeting at our house this sunday at one for all who are interested in being closely involved in calebs recovery. she says that to get in, you have to bring at least one bottle of wine.