


Alright. I feel a lot better now. Carson is now out of surgery and
recuperating. We left the house at about 5:40 am. You should have seen Carson's little smile. He was so excited he was on his way to the hospital. Everything was fun until they brought out the little red fire truck. He refused to drive it. Gee, I wonder why. So, at approximately 7:30 a.m. the nurse just picked him up and he was gone. Just like that! As promised, thirty minutes later, Dr. Parks came out to tell us that everything went well. Meanwhile Dave and I had Rao's coffee and a cinnamon roll. When it was time to go into the recovery room, Dave was up and ready so he got to go in and sit with Carson. I, on the other hand, went to run a few errands. Now, we are just sitting in a room holding him and spoiling him as much as possible. Thank you to all for your prayers and concern.
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