This morning I said the word "Berkeley" over and over in my head until it sounded like broken chalk. I thought about how it has that weird extra E and how both of my high school best friends live in California and then I realized I was still repeating it in my mind and that "Berkeley" didn't sound like a word at all anymore. It was just pieces of sound.
I will probably never live anywhere but Indianapolis, Indiana. I'm too young to know how I feel about that for sure, but I think it's okay. Indianapolis has some really good things.
And by "things" I mean people, yards, trees, and coziness.
It is filled with those.
I will lure my kids home for the holidays, even if they choose other places to have people, yards, trees, and coziness.
(I intend to have epic Thanksgivings.)
Today is my mom's birthday. She is one of the brightest of my cozy things. I love you mom. Happiest birthday to you.
PS. A week from today we are having our one and only ultrasound. We're still on the fence about finding out the sex. Okay, I am on the fence. Luke wants to know. The only name we love is a girl name, but everyone seems to think it is a boy and Clark INSISTS it is a brother. Like I said, I'm on the fence.