Ohmygosh. The carpet guy is almost here.
Her nursery walls are painted. The room is vacant for the first time in years. Some of her tiny little dresses are hanging in the closet, just to the left of Tommy’s work shirts. I feel her kick inside me almost every hour. We have talks about her bedtime, our puppy Mya, how hard Daddy is working to prepare for her arrival. And yet, new carpeting is making it all-so-real.
I wonder how many times she’ll tell us she doesn’t like the paint color we spent days picking out. Chances are, by the time she’s old enough to talk, light green will be so 2011. We’ve prayed for her, we’ve shed tears over her, we’ve laughed with her. She’s always on our minds. She makes me forget I have bread in the toaster … nearly every morning. When those two pieces of black toast pop up, somehow, I really don’t mind. I eat it anyway, because hey, it was the last two pieces of bread, and I forgot to go grocery shopping the day before.
Tommy and I are already running on less sleep, but more love. If there’s one thing I know for certain, it’s how wonderful of a dad my husband will be. He talks to her. He tells her he loves her. He jokes with her. He taps on my belly and says, “Time to get a job.” And he’s always thinking about others. Last weekend, when I got home from shooting an 11-hour wedding, I found a pile of non-candy “candy” on our kitchen counter — the stuff grandmas have sitting on top of their china cabinets. Packs of Orbit gum, apple granola bars, a couple Werther’s Orginals, and maybe a Snickers bar or two.
“What’s this for?” I asked.
“Well, I saw some kids walking through our neighborhood in costumes, so I freaked out and thought it was Trick or Treat. It’s all I could find in our drawers.”
Yup, I think we’re totally ready. 🙂
A couple weeks back, my best friend Jenny was in town. A weekend with Jenny isn’t complete unless one of us is in front of the camera. The thing is, I’m not a pro at being on the other side. I understand people’s hesitations, and I hope that only makes me a bit more sensitive. So instead of calling them maternity photos, let’s just call today’s Friday’s Frame, “A photo of us, during one of the happiest times of our lives.”
Thank you, my dear Jennifer Cecil, for being a guest photographer in Friday’s Frame! It was hard for me to pick which photo to post. I hope Baby Gardner thinks she looks good in this one. 🙂
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