Today marks two weeks Ryan’s been in the hospital, but it feels more like a month. The days have started to run into each other, and are a blur. I don’t know if it’s from exhaustion or because of my age…or a combination of both. All I know is, it’d be nice if Ryan could come home sooner rather than later, so we can sleep in our own beds…for as long as we want. He looked a lot better today…temp not ideal, but better…O2 sat good…clear eyes. We’re hoping when we go in tomorrow that he’ll be even better, and not like he was a couple of days ago when he took a step back. Not happening if I have anything to do with it. Oh wait! There is. I can pray. Believe me, that’s what I’m doing…constantly…

Lord, Please heal Ryan so he can come home soon. Not your soon, but my soon, which means within two-three twenty-four hour days. Thank you. Amen