Look at these lilies. They are special. Huge. Fragrant. And a little unexpected.
I remember buying a couple bags of lily bulbs at Costco last year, then I put them out of my mind.
The two that Ray cut and put in a vase on the kitchen table are perfuming the whole house. Walking through the yard wraps you in that heavenly fragrance.
I am "on call." My daughter could go into labor at any moment. There are signs it is coming. Who knows when? My job will be to pick up Sofia, whose bag, like her mother's, is also packed. She will stay here until we are called to come and meet her baby brother. She is excited, but I can tell she is a little worried too. It's a lot for a 3-year-old to comprehend. I feel a little anxious myself, and very protective of Sofia. Her world will change. I remember. I was also a first-born. I have a special baby doll to give her when the baby arrives. It is a little boy doll and I have been making baby accessories for it that roughly correspond to things her Mom will be using with the new baby. She has moved from the "baby room" to her new pink, big girl bedroom. I made a little wall decoration to hang over her bed. I photoed this in my studio. Imagine it on a bubblegum pink wall.
Friends are sending messages. "I hope the baby comes soon!" Soon is not my first wish. Healthy baby, easy birth. That is my mantra right now. He will come when he comes. It really isn't that hard to wait. We will just be here, ready, when he makes his move. Miracles can't be rushed.