My time hop and Facebook memories are blow into up with how happy I was 8 years ago. He was home, and I could shout it from the roof tops.
I remember how tired he was, how thin he was, how much he wanted to hold Sama an I, and how much he wanted to hear from Rachel. I emailed her within moments of him being back, like I said I would, but obviously she was asleep, I just wanted her to know.
I remember looking at him on the sofa, scarcely able to believe he was home, joyously making two cups of tea again.