Day +1

It's the fist day after Dad's transplant.  I guess he felt like a "wet dishcloth" last night.  He had been given 2 doses of Benadryl, which I think would account for the "wet dishcloth" feeling.  I'm listening to my two little boys play like boys in the next room.  It's so sweet.  We are all praying for Papa and know God will answer!

I talk to him several times a day, typically on my way to work and on the way home.  It's fun to check in and hear about all the people he met that day.  My dad loves to talk and meet people.  :)