I’ve always been a daydreamer. Could always sit quietly and just think of whatever comes to mind. I have been doing this more and more in the past week or two. I imagine it’s a combination of a few things, I am starting to feel better and the weather is finally spring like which lends itself to gazing out the open window. Another is the nursery, we started trying for a baby when we moved here so that room had its purpose from day one. In the months that we were unsuccessful I would sit in the room and cry as it would go on empty for another month, in the in-between times I would sit in the corner full of hope and joy planning for the future. Now I sit in the room and just, daydream. I think about everything in that empty room full of promises from simple things like names and paint colors to deeper more important things that I’m sure I will write about later. But right now sitting quietly suits me fine. I am enjoying my quiet time dreaming up all sorts of plans, on the deck with Mr. B at my side or in the baby room next to the open window. I’m finding that all of this is sinking in and as it does I am more and more content and increasingly excited.
Edit: I wrote this a few days ago, tonight its snowing so those days of sitting in the fresh air of an open window are on hold! *shakes fist at Ohio*