It was 5:30 p.m. when we pulled into the driveway with Richard snuggly sitting in the backseat of the mini-van. John and I made wonderful time getting to the hospital arriving at 2:15 p.m. The roads were mostly clear with some counties having been more meticulous than others.
The staff at St. Luke's was great about getting things in order and we were on the road by 3:15 p.m. John drove the return trip to Rolla, so that I could sit in back with Richard. It was grand being chauffeured. Upon arrival Richard dispensed hugs to everyone available, before he assumed his seat of honor in the living room. He reached over and picked up a cookbook Laura had been studying to plan tomorrow's menu. He slowly browsed through the picture-ladened pages and then he looked up with a silly smile on his face.
"This is going to be fun," he said with a tone of anticipation.
"What is going to be fun, honey?" I queried.
"This," he stressed while holding up the cookbook as he wrinkled his brow searching for words.
The lightbulb went on for me. "Oh, because it is all new to you? All the recipes look new?"
He resumed the silly smile and nodded with gentle enthusiasm.
I think Richard is going to bring new meaning to my coffee cup quote by Marcel Proust -
"The real voyage in discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes"
It is wonderful having him home. Hey, maybe the doctor didn't remove anything, but rather installed "new eyes" for discovering a new look on life. I can't wait to see the new things we will all get to discover.