For workshop today, I have something different. I don't know that it's different better, but it is different:
Dear Angie,
I can’t tell you how excited I am about finally becoming a mother. Is this how you felt when you had Julia? Like your heart could burst from happiness?
Henry and I just finished decorating most of the nursery this week. We decided to pain the walls yellow instead of green. If Baby’s a girl, it’ll be all sunshine and daisies. If Baby’s a boy, well, we’ll just get him started on a Wolverine/X-men fixation early on. The room is so darling! The crib, changing table, and dresser all match. Such beautiful mahogany. Oh, and thank you so much for sending Ma’s old rocker to us. It fits in perfectly. It’ll be so nice for Baby to grow up in Ma’s chair the way we did. You’re right, I do miss her more than I ever have. I wish she knew her baby was finally having a baby. And she thought this day would never come. I think I’ll take her some flowers tomorrow. I think your last note has disintegrated by now; send along another one.
I cannot wait for August! My summer baby will finally be here. You should visit us for Christmas this year. I haven’t seen you in ages and you’ll be able to meet Baby. I won’t take any excuses from Roger about not being able to take enough time off from work. Seven months’ notice is plenty enough. Besides, how many people make Christmas plans in June? I look forward to seeing the three of you soon.
Love,
Melinda
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