A day at the hospital

Today Steven had prostate surgery. The good news is that everything went really well. They didn't have to do as much work as they thought they would. I'm sitting in his room right now waiting for him to come up from recovery.
Annie is on her way to a french restaurant in SLC and Zoie is at Marnae's. Zoie loves to go to Marnae's. Debbie dotes on her and lets her do just about anything she wants.
I'm sitting actoss the hall from the room where mom died in July. I just about lost it when I walked on to this floor. It was all I could do to stop from crying. I can't believe it's still so hard. There are times when all I want to do is cry because mom never got to see my house finished. I know she would have liked the colors I picked out. I really wanted mom to help me decorate and figure out where to put stuff. I have such a hard time with all that kind of stuff. I really need to call Charla and have her come help me. I know that I've been putting it off because seeing Charla means probably talking about mom and I don't think I can do that right now.
Steve is due here any minute and I can't wait for him to get here and tell him that things went well. We were really worried that the Dr. would have to mess with his baby making parts but they were able to stay clear of that stuff. A big hurray for that.