Someone is nesting...only it isn't me!!!

Nesting.  I have blogged about this before, be it the time I felt the immediate need to have sippie cups on hand in case the babies would come through the door at any moment and would have no means of hydration unless I had the cups on hand, or the time I had to have baby bottles because I needed to be ready to go to Haiti on a moment's notice and I was going to be prepared.  Then, there were the nights after recieving Grace's referral when horror struck and I couldn't sleep until I knew everything there was to know about her hair care products.  This too led to an urgent shopping trip to Sally Beauty Supply.  I suppose in retrospect, none of these things were urgent, but once again I felt that I was being proactive in being prepared for the babies to come home.

Today, brought with it a different kind of nesting.  Actually, I should say it really started a few days ago.  First, there was the web search, then, the drive by, then, the test drive, then today, what arrives in my driveway?  A new suburban.  Yes, Tim bought a new car.  I must admit it was with a bit of nostalgia that I bid  a fond farewell to the old suburban.  It has seen us through six years and 200,000 miles.  I remember buying it.  It was the summer of 2006.  Our paperwork was done, we were waiting to get a travel date to Russia.  We were waiting on our adoption of Zachary.  Tim was so insistent we "needed a big car".  So, he found this suburban that looked like a big red bus.  It has taken us to Florida, Wisconsin, Tennessee, Chicago, Kansas City....on and on.  Many trips have been made in that with many memories.  Probably my favorite memory was on Thanksgiving Day 2006.  We were met at the airport by the big red bus as we held our new little toddler in our arms for our whole family to meet.  They had brought the bus because we all fit and everyone wanted to ride with Zachary.  As we drove home we shared lots of stories and enjoyed the love of our close family.  Two of those family members have since passed away, perhaps that is what brings on my nostalgia. 

However, as all good things must come to an end, I somehow think Tim's zeal for the new car was his way of nesting.  It was his way of preparing for the next chapter to begin.  He excitedly talked about how he was going to get the DVD player installed "for Grace and Alex."  Not just any DVD player mind you, the headrest DVD player,"they need that."  He said, with just a little twinkle in his eye.  I must admit, I am not a huge car fanatic, but somehow seeing the shiny big silver bus in my driveway and hearing his excitement, made it sink in that I was not the only one missing the babies, and ready for them to come home.  Tim is ready too.