At noon today, I got the call I’ve been eagerly awaiting since Friday: Esteban was ready to come home.
He’s still a little wobbly, and a little bit subdued. But he’s walking, and talking—and he’s alive.
And I couldn’t be more grateful.
At noon today, I got the call I’ve been eagerly awaiting since Friday: Esteban was ready to come home.
He’s still a little wobbly, and a little bit subdued. But he’s walking, and talking—and he’s alive.
And I couldn’t be more grateful.
HeideBlog 
Brilliant 🙂