Its drawing nearer.
What I've been dreaming of for the last three years, what has finally been decided, what is finally happening after the great adventure, reality setting in, and stretching our family of two.
And, along with it comes happy, sunshiny, warm walls, nerves, the best and the worst in all of us, baseboards that we don't know how to properly install and crown moulding thats probably going to be affixed the same way as the baseboards, and excitement.
The babies are going to scream ceaselessly through the day because their mother is too busy to pay much attention to them and they're going to insist on mama gently stroking their foreheads and the backs of their soft, thick and curly, brown haired heads- once they roll onto their sides- when its time for bed.
We'll start going out so strangers can come and see how we live; they'll look through the dwelling that's been our home for the last three years, asking themselves whether they like it and if they want to live here. We'll pack everything up and move it- and us- back home to start the next chapter in our lives.
Hopefully happier. Hopefully more fulfilled. Hopefully to rebuild our connection and strengthen it. And, hopefully to keep it there. Undoubtedly with more to look forward to- and to share it with.