He has arrived.

My husband is home.  He arrived a little after 6 am after driving a rental car.  The flight from home would have taken a quarter of that, but it didn't leave until too late.  He is such an amazing man.  It feels unreal that he is here.  He's getting ready right now and I'm all packed and washed up and ready to head to the hospital.  I'm exhausted because the whole time he was driving home I was looking at the Latitude app seeing how close he was getting.  I think I got three hours of sleep.  The surgeon requested a private room for me, so we shall if they have one available.  If he wants to sleep at home, though, I don't blame him.  Our bed is like a cloud, and he's been sleeping on an uncomfortable rack.  Well I better go dry my hair.  I want to thank everyone for their thoughts and prayers, and it feels good to finally have him home.  I'm finally relaxed, which is exactly what I needed going into surgery.  I will post as soon as I can to let you all know how the surgery went, or I'll ask my husband to do it for me. :)  Hugs and love to all. xoxo