The last time you were this nervous you were proposing to her. Now the two of you are bringing baby Emma home from the hospital. Your legs are rubber and your heart is racing. Thank God your wife is holding the baby. How is she so calm?
You enter from the attached garage into the mudroom and imagine Emma coming home from her first day of kindergarten, hanging up her tiny backpack like a big girl. As you enter the main single story living space, you’re thrilled you won’t have to go up and down stairs every two hours during the middle of the night for feedings.
On your way to the master bedroom where the crib has been set up, you pass through the great room and are thankful for the large open space, because when both sets of parents arrive tomorrow, you’re going to need it to keep the peace.
In the master bedroom, as your wife gently and skillfully (how is she so calm?) sets Emma down in the crib, you notice the walk in closet door is open and smile. The large space is packed mostly with your wife’s maternity clothes, regular clothes and “in-between” clothes.
Needing a moment to breathe and take in the enormity of this moment, you make your way to the full covered porch. As you sit and listen to the sounds of the neighborhood drift by, your heart leaps as you realize this will be the perfect spot to introduce Emma to raindrops, sunsets and fireflies.
