We brought Elijah home today. It now takes about two hours to carry all of his paraphenalia from the car into the house. I wonder if this is how a celebrity entourage feels. Bet they get paid better.
I'm sure there are a bunch of medical facts I could fire at you all, but it's hard to focus on the bad or the pressing when Elijah is smiling and eating and waving. He's asleep, I'm going to bed, and I pray all the big boys and girls reading this take a moment to reflect on the good things in their lives for a few moments. If that constitutes a state of denial, I figure, hey, everyone's earned the right for one night.