Just waiting

I find myself say that often.
...at the grocery store.
...at the mall.
...to people I hardly know.
...to close friends and family.

Pretty much everywhere I go and everyone that I talk to.

The little man asks me at least everyday when the little lady is coming and all I can say is
... just waiting.

He will lift up my shirt and talk into my bellybutton. "Come out I want to see you." I almost want to cry and than he gives her a kiss and than the tears start to flow.

I hope that the love that he is showing to his sister stays. One can only hope.


... her diapers are waiting


... her bed is waiting.


... her clothes are waiting.


... her car seat is waiting.


... her brother and family are waiting.