January 10, 2026: The Love Letter

Getting ready.

What to do when a huge event happens in a couple of months? Grab some paint, of course.

Today called for brushes and drop cloths. Jess, Jake, and I showed up at McKenzie and Will’s house prepared to put color on some walls.

We rolled up our sleeves and cranked up some music. Then cracked open paint cans.

But this wasn’t just a standard refresh. Not even close. Our granddaughter arrives soon, and these four walls will become her first space in the world.

Each stroke felt intentional, knowing the room will hold tender moments. Late-night feedings. First giggles. The colors painted today will be among the earliest shapes and shades her eyes learn to recognize.

Painting a nursery is like writing a love letter to someone you haven’t met yet.

For several hours, we helped shift the space. From bare to a place of belonging. Each pass of the brush becoming an act of welcome, filling every inch with warmth and love before she arrives.

Sometimes anticipation smells like fresh paint.