If you walked into our master bedroom/Brady's room, you'd smell Dreft-washed baby clothes. Tiny ones. You'd feel sleepy because the new curtains from my brother and made by my little sister make the room warm and dark. You'd see his coming home from the hospital outfit from my other sister laying out on the changing table. You'd see tiny hiney diapers from my parents and friends. You'd see his carseat all ready to be clicked into the base when it's time. You'd feel his minky blanket and bumpers snuggling his crib from a dear friend. You'd read a prayer on the wall with our family picture from another dear friend. You'd see my bag all packed and ready to go...his hats are ready, 4 different colors so I can decide after I see him which matches his coloring the best. I'm so blessed to have this little corner for him. It's perfect and I love it more everyday...everyday we get a little bit closer to nestling him into our family. I couldn't be more thankful and I couldn't be more in love with him already.