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Javier and Michele Reed

The news was so exciting that day when I heard. I was getting a new family and they were having a baby! And I thought, I sure could use a fresh coat of paint. And it didn't matter whether it was going to be blue or pink. I'd love a splash of them both! Everyone loves a makeover and a new start.

And when I saw the Reed family coming up the walkway, it all became real. I fell in love with them at first sight.

look!

it's me!

look!

it's me!

Little Ethan was pulling his mom, Michele,
as fast as he could up to the front door. You
see, I meant a new room to him and he
meant business. Up my stairs he went in a
flash. Dad Javier, hadn't even gotten inside
yet, when Ethan was already showing where
his toys would go. Javier looked me up and
down, inside and out, as only as the
superhero to his his family could.
Safe-Sound-Secure. From his relieved smile,
I saw that I had passed the test.

When they all met in the den, and Michele hugged both her men, the pride of her owning her very first home, little 'ol me, shown through. This nest, as she has come to call me countless times, would be just perfect.

In her glistening eyes, I could already see her seeing Ethan playing on my backyard swing set and bouncing a ball against my siding. She could see Christmas, Easter and First Communion celebrations yet to come in my large but cozy kitchen. Even yet to be born Baby Briggs, spending his first nights, in her grandmother's handed-down cradle in the corner of my master bedroom.

She envisioned my sturdy heart of pine floors, in the downstairs hallway that are just loose enough to keep cadence under Javier's feet as he paces, bottle in hand, back and forth to quiet a fussy Briggs, but not loose enough that they don't creak so loudly as to wake him back up again. Her quiet little nest.

What I could already hear is the laughter of little boys and girls at at 1st birthday party in my bonus room! Or the late splashing night fun of avoiding bath time or the hushed pillow talk between two brothers tucked away in bunk beds, that double as a pirate ship, which is still safely moored in snug harbor up to my upstairs bedroom wall. And I promise their mother to always have the rails up when we are at sea.

We just had summer celebrations for the 4th of July, Memorial Day and Cinco De Mayo. I watched as my family drove to the center of our little town to share in these celebrations of life in my sleepy little south Atlanta town of Senoia.

Javier and Michele, might have picked me out, because of my close proximity to the city they both love, but they have come to love our slower pace here and the warmth and comfort and protection I provide them.

I can't wait for the big day, which will be anytime now. I look forward to Baby Briggs' arrival to his new home, little 'ol me.

THE

END.

:)

back

duffy

family portraits

Javier and Michele Reed

The news was so exciting that day when I heard. I was getting a new family and they were having a baby! And I thought, I sure could use a fresh coat of paint. And it didn't matter whether it was going to be blue or pink. I'd love a splash of them both! Everyone loves a makeover and a new start.

And when I saw the Reed family coming up the walkway, it all became real. I fell in love with them at first sight.

Little Ethan was pulling his mom, Michele,
as fast as he could up to the front door. You
see, I meant a new room to him and he
meant business. Up my stairs he went in a
flash. Dad Javier, hadn't even gotten inside
yet, when Ethan was already showing where
his toys would go. Javier looked me up and
down, inside and out, as only as the
superhero to his his family could.
Safe-Sound-Secure. From his relieved smile,
I saw that I had passed the test.

When they all met in the den, and Michele hugged both her men, the pride of her owning her very first home, little 'ol me, shown through. This nest, as she has come to call me countless times, would be just perfect.

In her glistening eyes, I could already see her seeing Ethan playing on my backyard swing set and bouncing a ball against my siding. She could see Christmas, Easter and First Communion celebrations yet to come in my large but cozy kitchen. Even yet to be born Baby Briggs, spending his first nights, in her grandmother's handed-down cradle in the corner of my master bedroom.

She envisioned my sturdy heart of pine floors, in the downstairs hallway that are just loose enough to keep cadence under Javier's feet as he paces, bottle in hand, back and forth to quiet a fussy Briggs, but not loose enough that they don't creak so loudly as to wake him back up again. Her quiet little nest.

What I could already hear is the laughter of little boys and girls at at 1st birthday party in my bonus room! Or the late splashing night fun of avoiding bath time or the hushed pillow talk between two brothers tucked away in bunk beds, that double as a pirate ship, which is still safely moored in snug harbor up to my upstairs bedroom wall. And I promise their mother to always have the rails up when we are at sea.

We just had summer celebrations for the 4th of July, Memorial Day and Cinco De Mayo. I watched as my family drove to the center of our little town to share in these celebrations of life in my sleepy little south Atlanta town of Senoia.

Javier and Michele, might have picked me out, because of my close proximity to the city they both love, but they have come to love our slower pace here and the warmth and comfort and protection I provide them.

I can't wait for the big day, which will be anytime now. I look forward to Baby Briggs' arrival to his new home, little 'ol me.

THE

END.

:)