That's good news. He still hasn't revealed the true extent of his injuries. He keeps joking and teasing whenever he calls me or when we text each other. He has 3 casts in 3 different places and will be undergoing therapy for a few months, possibly until March. So without saying a word, I know that he was seriously injured. I appreciate the effort he makes to keep me from worrying. That's Steve, always shielding me from the nasty bumps in this world. He is bored to death after 3 weeks in the hospital, so I am really happy about the possibility of him being sent home on Saturday.
Jaybee and I are devastated that he won't be home with us on Christmas day. He wants us to put up the Christmas tree and hang the wreath on our front door. We are going to do that. But it won't be the same. Jaybee and Steve have a very special affinity with each other. Having grown up without a father, and suddenly finding one in Steve who can understand her and give her the loving concern a father has for his daughter,she expects him to be home for special occasions like this. We are both heartbroken, and although we have ceased locking ourselves in the bedroom to have a crying spree, all three of us have not yet fully recovered from Steve's accident.
Steve has to suffer physically as well as emotionally because we were both counting so much on being together this Christmas season. He would have been home last Saturday.
Next Christmas will be different. God willing, Steve won't be back in Canada for a while. And he will surely be home next Christmas day...
