Forrest enjoyed reading your messages as we waited together early this morning in the pre-op area. Toliver was busy handing out love and kisses to the younger children. We met with each of the three surgeons and the anesthesiologists involved today. Forrest of course charmed all the nurses and reassured us. Dr Kumar agreed that the previous surgeries and Forrest's hard work has "optimized" his conditions and the team here is optimistic about today's outcome.
The anesthesiologist pulled up Bob Marley on his phone and Bob began singing "every little things going to be all right". You smile your crooked confident smile and squeeze my hand. As I describe our upcoming celebratory tour to Hawaii, they slip the nitrous mask over your handsome face and you drift off to sleep still smiling. I hope you are dreaming now of warm sand beaches, swimming with Nahele, sipping lava flows, and sneaking off with Austin to the tide pools to feed the eels. Sweet dreams Darlin. We will surround you in prayer and love until we see you next.