One of my favorite parts of the day is climbing the stairs to Reed’s room and drinking something warm and good while he colors and plays and reads and belly-flops onto his bed. Reed’s room feels like a special place. It is up so high above the street, high on a hill among the trees. There is so much sun and so many warm patches of light. There are friendly colors. There are books and blankets. There are no dishes to do or floors to sweep. There is only a boy and a rocking chair. And belly-flops.
I look forward to there being two children in that tall room. (Or three, maybe. How would we fit three car seats in our car? That’s what I want to know.) The big day is just six days away- the day our family goes into that dark, quiet room, and goo is squirt onto my belly, and we see that next child for the first time up on the screen before us. I can’t wait. What will she look like? Will she be due in August’s beginning or on the cusp of September? Will she be a she?
Six days and so much to look forward to. This is spring, indeed.