hey (Lizzie typed that--she wanted to add something here :-)

So about an hour ago we went back to see Daddy.

It was a scary experience.

He has so many tubes and monitors and tape and things going every which way. Down his throat. On his head. On his hands. Everywhere.

And he was pale. And cold. And swollen.

And I felt so badly for him. I just wanted to scoop him up and hold him and make it all better.

But I couldn't.

I have to wait.

i love u! (Lizze typed that, too. She obviously wanted to add something again :-)

Anyway...

So I have to wait.

Daddy has to get better slowly, on his own.

And he will. I know he will.

I just have to wait.