I was at home cleaning, getting ready for my friends to get here today when I get a knock on the door. 

The UPS man (who I’ve kind of gotten to know since he brings baby gifts a few times a week. He’s a nice middle-aged man that likes to tell me about his infant son.) is standing there with a big smile on his face. Even he’s excited. “Wait until you see what I’ve got,” he says. 

Then he goes back to his truck and unloads a HUGE box. I have no idea what it is. 

Then I realize. 

It’s a crib. I didn’t order a crib. We were going to wait until we moved into a bigger apartment, but deep down I always wanted a crib. 

Someone bought us a crib. I am almost 100% sure I know who sent it and I could just cry and hug this person for hours. I am overwhelmed by how excited people are for Wendy and how they’ve just grown to love her already. 

Bah, I’m tearing up.