Neon plastic eggs scurry along the hallway, reminders of the past holiday. Clean, albeit wrinkled clothes are picked out to be worn for the day not from drawers, but from the pile on the bedroom floor that never quite got folded. The hanging plant is looking slightly droopy, its slumped shoulders tacitly asking me for water and sunlight each time I pass through the living room. There is more than one tupperware of questionable content in the fridge.
At first glance this appears to be a slightly messy home. But today I saw it as a prelude of things to come. We get to meet our son sometime in the next few weeks! While I would like for our home to look like we walked into a magazine shoot with everything glistening clean and throw pillows plumped, that's just not our reality.
We're ready for this little one to come add to the mess and tiredness and joy!
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