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Nursery Inspiration and Thoughts From an Almost Parent

As most of you know, Bill and I are expecting a little one at the end of this month, and I wanted to share how our gender neutral nursery turned out, since we don’t find out the gender until the big day!

I read a lot about making the space inspiring for you, since the baby has not developed their own likes and dislikes up front.  Make it somewhere you can stare at the walls and dream for them.  Make it a place you are excited about spending time in and, most importantly, get a very comfortable chair.  We made sure to do all of these things, and the space turned into something we both love.  I go in their daily dreaming about how it will begin to shape our little one into an animal, book and travel lover.  I can’t wait to meet them and see them begin to dream big dreams of seeing the world.



The gallery wall was inspired by many adventures Bill and I have been on together – Thailand, Hawaii, Italy, Seattle and New England all have pieces represented.  In addition, I snuck in some produce inspiration on that bulletin board because we both are passionate about produce and farm fresh health (One day we dream of living on a farm).  There are also a few images of places we haven’t adventured to, and I imagine our little family wandering the streets of in the future.   The giraffes and elephants are from my life shaping trip to Africa in college and the zebra and lion we stumbled upon in Target and thought they were the perfect whimsical addition to tie it all together.  Lastly, my wonderful sister in law gifted me the wood plank for the wall and I think it encapsulates such a resounding message… even though Bill and I have seen so much of the world together, this baby will no doubt, be our greatest adventure.  That little reminder will stick with me as I dream for our family and for them as an individual.  



I have been struck lately with the vast responsibility parenting is going to be, but also the amazing opportunity to care for another person and learn another facet of who the Lord is.  So often he is referenced as our father in the Bible, and without being a parent, can we really comprehend that love?  Maybe partially, but I always think first hand is best.  I believe phases of our lives are designed to bring us closer to Him and learn about sides of His being that we can have a taste of here on earth, and this just feels like such a wonderful opportunity to really grasp another part of God and another reality to lean into Him for.

All of the furniture in this room was gifted to us, which is such a blessing and something I am humbled by.  We also have a cradle that will go in our bedroom that we are borrowing.  And you guys, that brown dresser that looks like it is at least 30 years old is… it was Bill’s in his nursery… How AMAZING is that?!  Every single piece in this room brings my heart so much joy.  All those tiny books purchased by family and friends, the side table a dear friend gave us, the travel related posters, the framed picture with the excited grandparents and of course the ultra sound pictures.  I just can’t wait to begin this new chapter and bond with this sweet little love.  It’s gonna be wild and exhausting, but oh so worth it.


If I don’t pop on here for awhile (again) don’t be surprised.  Send up a prayer and send some wine my way… I am sure future me will appreciate that.  I am openly committing to limiting social media and thus the need/pull to compare my mothering to others.  I will reach out to friends and family rather than random internet strangers.  I will take my time and enjoy the moments, because I know they go by quickly.  And every time I am up in the middle of the night, and yes I mean every time, I will think of how deep the Lord’s love is for us. 

I’ll make sure to introduce our little one on here eventually!  
Love to each reader out there :)

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