We were the crazy folks who picked up and moved cities when I was 36 weeks pregnant. My gracious mother let us crash at her house while we sold one house and bought another. This meant that my firstborn’s nursery had to be put on hold. Fast forward four months into her life, and, goodness, creating the nursery was worth the wait! It’s currently the only completed room in our house, and that’s because it’s my favorite. This room–by far–has the most thought, articulation, and love put into it. The first time my husband walked into this room, he said, “Wow. It’s so white in here.” That little comment was music to my ears.