Yesterday was the day when Ron was given surgery.
Five hours after Ron went into pre-operation room, I finally saw him.
The condition was much better than the doctor had expected, he didn’t cut his part and judged no surgery needed. He was being waited until his wakening. Good, good, good.
When we got back home, he let himself relaxed with his favorite drink and Taco I made.
Then, he enjoyed movies with a fruits plate of seedless grapes, watermelon, four types of cheese. As for me, I fell asleep beside him very quickly. When I awakened from sleep, I found he ate almost all of the plate. Good, good, good.
That somehow made me happy.