Toph is home.
Toph flew on an airplane, and rode in taxis and shuttles.
Through it all he was safe.
Toph rocks.
I can climb in bed again, and not stay awake for hours, ’cause I know he’s here, and will keep my feet warm all night long.
Glad he is back.
Tuck is glad he is back.
Tru is glad is too.
Some sort of normalcy can resume at our home.
Thank Goodness.