A few thoughts? I think part of my problem is that I have too many thoughts, all going at the same time. Sleep can be elusive when I really want it and smack me down when I should be doing... well, something else. Something useful.
Like entering the music room/nursery
before Grace started to move the piano. That would have been good. At least I got there in time to finish the job.
There's something about her that glows these days. I know that might sound like a cliché
, but it is what it is. Her fair skin seems warmer, her red hair feels glossier between my fingers, her laugh sounds brighter and, on delightful occasion, lustier. I hadn't thought it possible that she could be any more beautiful than she already was. And yet, there she is, sitting up in bed, wearing clothing raided from my wardrobe, reading something on her laptop, looking radiant.
I have to remember not to fling myself at the bed anymore, or the staff at the local computer store are going to get to know me and my Visa card too well.
At least she doesn't want to paint the room pink. The nursery, that it. She's favoring apple green, and I'm fine with that. It'll be fresh and fun, like I think a baby's room should be, but then, I'm still the baby in my family - annoying though it is sometimes - and I had animals on the wall of my first room. I shared it with my older brother, Matt, and we had fun, when he wasn't teasing the crap out of me.
Speaking of family, Grace's sister, Molly, seems to have found a decent man in her lottery husband. Thank you, God, for that. I like the idea of wooden furniture for the baby's room, but I don't want to burden him with the task of making any for us. He's likely to have his own to create. I might suggest to Grace that we go looking in second-hand stores. She likes going through those. We could choose some pieces that need work and I could fix them up. I built the shelves in my old apartment. I think I can handle refinishing furniture.
And then, there's Judy. She was matched in the last lottery with a very Greek man in his mid-forties, who seems nice enough, once you get passed the gruffness and the chauvinism. Oh, Judy hates that part of him and I don't blame her. She's always been independent, but she also isn't a girl. She's a woman in her thirties who has been married before. That said, if she doesn't kill him, they might come to terms with a few things. I guess time will tell. She could do worse.
Much, much worse. Which reminds me, I need to check in with Noah. His family isn't doing too well and then there's this whole thing with May...
I should be going to bed, but I'm pretending to read a book while looking over my glasses at Grace. Sleep can wait a little longer.
I love her. Thank you, God, for her, and for the family we're starting.
