Hello Mommy

By Phyllis Johnson

I remember coming home from El Camino Hospital in Los Altos, California at the age of 32. I was recovering from the first of 13 operations. As I was walking from the car with my husband through the outside door into our family room, he and our two older children, to the tune of Hello Dolly, sang Hello Mommy. Hello Mommy, it's so nice to have you home where you belong. I'll never forget the wonderful feeling I had, listening to those words. Of course I cried, but they were tears of joy.