I love that my little boy will have such a happy tree just outside his window. Is it a Japanese maple? I'm not sure, but it's been in bloom for weeks now. It's equally stunning in Autumn. I'm thinking about making a bird feeder to hang on one of its branches.
Maybe it will become his Giving Tree. "Once there was a tree ... and she loved a little boy."
Ah, Shel Silverstein. Ikle-me, Pickle-me, Tickle-me too ... went for a ride on a flying shoe. I still have so much of it memorized. Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout would not take the garbage out. I remember when Mr. Silverstein passed away. I was a senior in high school. We spent the entire AP English class reading his poetry aloud. We all had it memorized, and it brought smiles to all of our surly, seventeen-year-old faces. What does that say about the man? His words formed the rhythm of our childhood. I hope they will do the same for my son.
And just in case you thought that I was all ready to have this baby ... not so. Here's the current state of his room (previously the guest room):
Jeepers. Nothing can be done until the bed is moved. If I could haul the queen-sized guest bed into the basement, I totally would. Patrick and I can't do it alone so we have to wait for the stars to align and for my sister-in-law and her boyfriend to come and help out. This is a rough thing for me, being someone who likes to have everything ready months in advance (ask Patrick how early I finished my senior thesis in college - he would tease me constantly. Me: "I really have to write 10 pages by x date". Patrick: "But, isn't it due in three months?" Me: "Yeah. But I have to get it done now so I can do x, x, and x.") Chalk it up to my INFJ-ness. I consider living in and appreciating The Moment to be an enormous personal challenge.
Thank you, Furniture Moving Fairies, for helping me face my weakness with humility. I think that, in your absence, I'll just go ahead and take a nap since that's what I need in This Moment.