I just got a phone call from that boy who is definitely NOT wearing a paper scrubs outfit.
He and Shayla and Waylon are HOME!
They are about to have a celebratory beer and some supper and snuggles and just be HOME!
"How is Waylon?" I asked.
And that boy said, "I can't even tell you."
Which means he is wonderful.
And I feel so relieved.
So here's to Waylon and to Shayla and to Billy and to all the babies at home with their parents, asleep in their arms, nursing at their mother's breasts, breathing in the air of the places they live, knowing somehow that yes, now, they are HOME and there is no place on earth which is better to be because the walls are painted with love and the passion that brought them here and the floors and ceilings are barely enough to contain the joy they have brought home with them to share with the people who will always love them the most.