Amazing. Just amazing.
Easton spent 4 days in the hospital (2 more than he was supposed to thanks to a nicked colon), and moaned and whined whenever it was time to get another pain medication. He was in such pain that he just laid in bed all day and barely moved.
Then we brought him home, set him down, and off he went, crawling and climbing over everything like he never had surgery. That's the power of home. A home filled with love brings peace to the heart and healing to the soul. It gives hope. It's a familiar reassurance that loved ones are near and all will be well.
Indeed, as the hymn says, "All the world is filled with love, when there's love at home."
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