I had always imagined a very different homecoming than the one Ben and I actually got. Going home from the hospital was one of the scariest days of my life. It was a “first” in my new life. Instead of three, it was two. Now, I know Elliot was waiting there for us when we arrived home. I was too broken and blinded to see it then. I see it now, but I couldn’t then. Not on the very first day home. I wasn’t sure how I was going to survive. So I picked up a pen and journal and started writing to Elliot the day we returned home from the hospital. I had so much to say to her. My letters to Elliot got me through the first several months. Writing has been such an important outlet for me since the beginning.