My heart is thrumming in my chest.
My baby girl is sleeping on the floor beneath a red stripe-ed blanket.
Outside the sky is dotted with so many stars you can not possibly count them. And we picked one out to name it Carly's Star.
My cheeks are warm from a day spent in the sun, climbing up and down stairs, opening closet doors and turning on faucets.
My belly is full of tamales and sopapillas.
My signature is inked and dotted, the T's crossed, boxes checked because we did find a house. An almost perfect house with everything we need and most of what we want. No SpArKlEs but definitely some flair and a room Carly approves of for her own.
My heart is thrumming as I wait to see if our offer was accepted, as I wonder if this is really happening or if it is just a fancy soap-bubble dream.