Getting Ready

Excited doesn't begin to cover it.

Lucy is due to show up anytime and Sarah & I are giddy. We just took Lee to the airport; she was here for a week of Final Preparations. Lee is lovely, one of our favorite visitors, and a genius when it comes to the topic of Where to Put Things. Every visit to L.A. features Lee making our apartment more beautiful-er, both inside and out. She and Sarah share a love of gardening. You'd think it was genetic, but my folks like that stuff too and I, as their genetic inheritor, regard the out-of-doors as a big, sweaty bug-house.

This trip took care of Lucy's bedroom, well, wait. It took care of the whole apartment, garage included. It takes a certain kind of dedication to clean out your kid's garage, I think. I don't know that I will have that in me -- get ready to pick up your own bike, Lucy-Loo. But Lee has that and more. Lucy's stuff is all organized; they went so far as to organize her clothes for the next two years, which we have thanks to the generosity of our angelic family and friends. I thought I was good when I alphabetized my DVD's. Feh. I got nothing on these two.

We had a few conversations about Sarah and Michael as kids, which is a favorite topic of mine. I love thinking about Sarah as a little girl, what she was like and how Lucy's going to be like her. At an early ultrasound I caught a momentary glimpse of Lucy's profile. I swear to God and Batman and chocolate chip cookies that she looked just like Sarah and I thought I was going to burst out in a river of joyful tears. The idea that Lucy could be a little Sarah running around makes my heart melt. But I will declare it right now: I am the bad cop.

(Sarah thinks I am wrong. She's right.)