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Thursday, February 15, 2007
layette...

For me, it starts with a smell. Dreft. It hints at what's to come. Then, the tiny clothing, taken out of storage, washed in Dreft, folded and prepared. Next, equipment. New, and stored, put together, placed, and ready.

We all have to shift over a bit. Make room. Another person will be joining us soon. We've made some space for them, but it's not done yet. There's yet things to be done before the arrival. Things built, things purchased, things repaired and put together. All for someone we can't see yet, and don't know yet except in the movement inside mother.

We're almost ready, little one. Almost.

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