It's been a week . . .

figuratively and literally.  A week ago this morning we called 911 and they took him away.  In 25 years, we have only been apart maybe a dozen times for this long.  Missed him.  Didn't realized I was holding my breath for 7 days until I saw him this afternoon, until we walked out of the hospital, until I took a full breath and compared it to what had passed for breathing during this long week.  

I'm crossing all my fingers and all of my toes that we both have a night of deep sleep, easy breathing and sweet dreams.  Please, please, oh please.