Are we packed yet? no, but we've started. Are we ready yet? I don't know if I will ever be ready. I think it's sort of a pre-baby experience, to ask yourself all these questions.
The dumbest question is: "Will she like me?"
The most asked question is: "Does she know we are coming?" I wish I knew the answer to that one. Everyone asks this one. If she only knew how many people awaited her arrival. If she only knew how many people can't wait to hug her. Everything is here waiting for her. There are clothes in her dresser, and hung on hangers in her room. New sheets on her bed to sleep upon. New toys and stuffed animals sitting in her room. I await her arrival with anticipation.
I printed a bunch of pictures of Alexander, Dolly, and what our house looks like so she can look at them. Also pictures of Will, and Gramma n Grampas. So many people waiting to see her.
I picked this beautiful rose picture as a sign that I have spring fever and then as a reminder about how beautiful a rose can be among a bush full of thorns.
3 days to go before we leave.
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