Holiday Prep

I'm home for Thanksgiving. And the first thing I would like to say is...really, who was the genius that decided to settle in Chicago? This weather is the pits. The only thing that makes up for it is the wide-eyed look my mom gave me when she heard my voice.

Meanwhile, on to all things Pam. She's still improving. It's incremental. So incremental that it's only noticeable to those who don't see her every day. Me. Things like her ability to sit up, lean forward and untie her shoes. Last time I was here she was still having trouble even aligning herself. But I know for Dee and dad it doesn't seem as profound.

I did her nails yesterday while my dad read all of us the New York Times wedding announcements. She threatened to bite anyone who made her tried to make her do exercises outside of the scheduled times. She made good on that threat, but luckily dad's reflexes are in good shape.

And lastly, she'll be coming home for Thanksgiving. Yes, it's exciting, but honestly, we're terrified. Seeing her at home, seeing the very real and very harsh contrast of who she is now versus who she was 4 months ago...it's going to be impossible. And then what happens when we have to tell her she has to go back? How do we tell her that she can't stay? But before I can worry about that though, I can't forget to order the shrimp or she'll have my head.