Somehow... some way... this became my view, today, as I finished hanging some things on the walls of the nursery, and listened to one of my baby soundtracks on the iPod.
This room. This room directly across from the master bedroom, which was so obviously the perfect choice for a nursery, became known to us, jokingly, as the Non-Nursery - a place to store old furniture, out-of-season clothes, and general mess we'd quickly get rid of as guests came to visit.
Now, it's a non- Non-Nursery. It's a nursery.
I've had 8 months to get used to the idea. But somehow, some way, it still takes my breath away.
As I look around in awe and wonder, I hear the lyrics to one of the songs on my playlist resonating in the deepest confines of my heart:
"If you knew how much this moment means to me,
and how long I've waited for your touch -
and if you knew how happy you were making me,
I never knew that I'd love anyone so much."
And suddenly, it feels like home to me.