Just beyond the reading nook at the top of our stairs is a small room that has quietly held so many beginnings.

It was one of the first spaces I began putting together in this house, and like so much of our home right now, it has never really belonged to just one season.

This little room is our nursery.

At the top of the stairs, we tucked an oversized chair beneath the sloped ceiling. A basket of books. A little stool for tiny hands. Favorite stories within reach. A bear waiting patiently for bedtime. Nothing elaborate. Just enough to say..."Let's meet here tonight."

One of the greatest surprises of motherhood has been realizing that so much of life is lived in the middle of becoming. Among the toys, the dust, the unfinished rooms, and the ordinary moments that quietly become our family's story.