Preston had his tubes removed. We walked into his recovery room and he was so calm and quite. Not at all like the other kids and what the nurse warned us we would experience. The red popsicle was dripping down his face, like he had forgot that it was hanging out of his mouth. Red drool covered his mouth and his chest. Nothing was better than the smile we received, we then knew he was okay. Aren't kids just the best. I can't imagine life without them.