I took the day off; there are two bedrooms to paint, Lucas' new digs and the future home of Baby #2. The reality of Baby #2 hit me for the first time - the room will be two shades of pink, with lots of girly beachy stuff, and holy shit the number of weeks until she gets here can be measured in single digits. Baby girl. Holy shit. I realize that I just repeated myself. But a baby girl.
There's gotta be some symbolism about prepping the house for a new baby on this, the last week of Tourist Summer. It feels like fall, despite the heat - certainly the ocean is over it, adjusting its thermostat downward. And there's a faint hint of crispness in the air, and even a slight chill just before the sun comes up. Barely discernable signals that changes are afoot, big things are coming.