Look what I found on my doorstep today:

I've been eyeing these babies since they first entered this small blogging world months ago. But I finally decided to pull the trigger. I figured they're totally justified since not only are they beautiful works of art for my house, but they're the classics, that I don't already have, for a totally normal (maybe even better) hardback price. I will confess, some I love, and some just had a cover I couldn't resist, but I want to buy a hundred and wallpaper my bedroom with them now. Aren't they lovely?

Last night was scary. Of course we've been feeling a little more out of the woods every day, with my dad. I was online looking up plane tickets for some time in April when Ian called me at 9:30. Apparently they'd done a CT scan and found a pocket of air behind his diaphragm, which could only mean one thing, a hole in his intestine. This meant that bacteria and "what not" would have been seeping into his body which is obviously horribly toxic, and they had to take him into emergency surgery.

This brought my heart right back into my throat, where it was last week. All I could think of was the doctor telling us, while we were out there, that he wouldn't DARE try to perform surgery on him in the state he was in, and that if he did, the mortality rate was upwards of 80%.

I waited, terrified, and anxious for the phone call. Ross stayed up with me 'till 1, but the call never came. Hopefully no news is good news.... I thought as I drifted off.

I got the text this morning that he'd made it through the surgery.

He's still critical and being monitored in ICU, but the fact that he didn't have a stroke and that his heart didn't stop during surgery were signs of his strength. The doctors, once again, were impressed. They had taken out a huge chunk of his large and small intestines, and decided to leave the parts of the pancreas they had planned to remove. They were able to wash off all of his other organs. He's sedated and we're not sure when they'll let him come out of it again. I can't wait to hear his voice and see his eyes open next time I go out there.

Besides this scary road ahead with my dad, life is good. The weather is amazing right now and every night we're on our bikes, at the park, or playing out front. It feels like we're part of a REAL neighborhood in a REAL town. Tonight we had our thai-chicken salads on the driveway while the girls rode their bikes around with the Baileys two doors down. (Well Mila scoots and flinstone's her way around in the little car). It's dreamy. If only this phase-- where we've got an endless supply of daylight without the triple digits... could last JUST a little longer.