The name on her door...

Someone has a new bedroom.

I bet you could guess who.

 if you knew her name!

;)

Watch 'til the end...

We have been anxious 

to make the perfect little space 

for the little girl

that has occupied our hearts 

for so long now.

We still have some

more work to do.

We need new closet doors, 

an area rug, 

closet organizers 

and lots of toys....

It's a great start though.

We quite literally woke up one day 

and said "lets do her bedroom."

(you can verify the spontaneity

 with my bed head 

and Pete's flashy AC*DC pajama pants!)

We are so happy that we did it.

We open the door and imagine 

our little girl enjoying the space 

that we created for her.

Yes. We cry.

All of the time.

 BIG FAT tears of joy and anticipation 

and gratitude.


the video on you tube (if you don't have flash)

Paper Pregnant

I am a mess this week. I am crying over everything! All those soldier surprises at graduation, the posts from China with all of the new babies, commercials, even randomly...just outbursts of emotion.

LOL. I feel so stupid afterward. 

Like: what's wrong with me!?!?! 

I am seriously missing our little girl and wanting her home sooner rather than later HOWEVER I know that a big part of my problem is because my son is graduating from High School this week and I am spending a lot of time reflecting on his life and what a gift it has been to parent him and watch him become the young man that he is. I think back to little things that he used to do and my heart aches for that sweet, silly, messy, creative kid. I miss that little boy. I do. I am super excited to see him spread his wings and become the young man he is supposed to be but I sure would love a hug from that seven year old with the big front teeth and the kool-aid moustache. 

<sigh>