Steven is home. He has his own toothbrush, pillow and lovely wife (okay skip the last part). I can tell he is happy because he is giving me a hard time about everything in an effort to be funny. Of course I laugh, even at my own expense because I'm a good wife. I can tell he is still recovering because it's nap time and we've only been home long enough for him to shower. That's okay, I just love having him home.