Baby brother is almost here. Its getting real. He has a space of his own waiting. The space is in my heart and in our arms and in the guest room/baby room.
I feel flighty and unsure of where to start on my suddenly urgent to do list. But I know they are just things to do. So I think about him instead. I think about how calm he is going to make me. Which sounds funny to say about a baby and all that comes with one. But its true.
I think about us. The different versions of us. We have been three for so long. But we were just the two of us even longer than we have been three. And already it feels like there has always been four. The four of us. I like it.
I think about her. And my heart hurts. I know her heart is going to hurt too. She is strong and brave and kind and loving. She will be ok. I just hope she knows how much we love her. And can 't even begin to let her know how much she is a part of us. Part of our happiness. Part of our story. Part of him.
There are so many things to do. But the quiet moments in my thoughts are what are getting me ready.
I'm ready. Let the adventure begin.