What I wrote yesterday..

*OK here is the little piece I wrote yesterday. It will bring part of the description of the girl in to it. In the end it will be much edited* 

I don’t have time to think I don’t have time to fret. The truck is filled the apartment is empty the storage unit in the basement is empty. The cats are in the car time to pick up out daughter.
The real work is about to start.
I kiss my husband and he heads to speak with the moving guys before they drive over I want to pick up my daughter and get to the house before they do. I climb into my car and start my drive to pick up my daughter. As I do my mind begins to think through what all this really means and my excitement.
This is the day I have been dreaming of since my sweetheart was born. A back yard with a swing set. somewhere to run and climb. A fireplace to fuel those romantic moments. All this give me a great sense of excitement and I have to check my driving speed.
As I pull into the day care center, I can see the kids playing outside. I pull into the parking spot with full view of the playground and I sit. I can watch my daughter on the playground, I have a great view from where I sit.