I watched you as you slept. You looked so peaceful. Worry free. But I knew that wasn't the case.

It had been a long couple of years, and you were finally coming home.

I couldn't be happier, but each time I took a glance, I thought about how tired you probably were. Tired of the tests, and the chemo, and staying in countless hospital rooms, of white walls being the last thing you see before you drifted to sleep.

All I want to do is hold you in my arms and say that you aren't alone in this. I am right here, and don't plan on leaving any time soon.

We had been on the road for quite some time now.

And I don't only mean that literally.

But each street sign we passed, every speed bump, and stop sign, proved we were that much closer.

"Are we there yet?" You whispered in a groggy half sleep tone.

"Almost."

Almost.