13 1/2 hours left.

We go home tomorrow.
Levi's antibiotic medicine will be done at 11am tomorrow.
Soon the blemishes on Levi's skin from sticky leads will be a memory.
And his tender foot from IV will be healed enough to tickle.
Soon he will breath real air.
Soon our hands will regain moisture.
Theresa and I can sleep in the same bed.
Levi will have his own crib to sleep in; with no nurses poking him with a tempature gauge, weighing him and messing with his IV foot.
Tomorrow we won't have to weigh his poop.
Theresa won't have to eat the mystery meat from downstairs.

We are thankful for the staff of nurses and pediatricians.
We are so thankful for this room instead of what our other option.
Oddly enough we are thankful for the time we were able to spend together.
Our faith has never been stronger, more resiliant.

Thank God for all the prayers.
From people we don't even know or have ever met.
It does make a difference.

Tomorrow, God willing, we will pack our stuff and load Levi in his carseat.
Drive home to meet Grandma and Junebug the dog.
Whether he cries the whole time or not it will be awsome.

Thank you everyone.
Thank you God.

-royce