You now have a bed. Your dad did a great job of putting it together (after I found the hardware in a box in the closet and the instructions online) on Sunday night when we got home from Wisconsin. We have been waiting so long to put this crib together, and it had become a symbol of the fact that you're not here yet. It leaned against our main hallway for months before we moved it into the study (which will now become your nursery), where it has leaned against our bookshelves for another year or so. (Those books are staying there.)
Let me tell you about this crib. It belonged to our friends Jenny and Jon, who used it for their two kids, Grace and Nathan. They generously gave it to us when they heard we were adopting (along with lots of other stuff, clothes, etc.) Then they moved to California, and later learned they were pregnant again! Although I offered to try to get the crib back to them in California, apparently they has another person's they can borrow. Little Isabelle is due any day now. I hope you two get to play together a lot. Of course, that's hoping that they move back here someday.
Anyway, like I said, this crib had become this huge symbol of pain for us, so it was really meaningful to finally put it together. We promptly taped up the photo of you sleeping in your crib in Vietnam. We can't wait till you're here to sleep in it for real.
Love, Mom and Dad