AmySeven-minute risotto.
Surprise concert tickets.
Gratitude showers.
My cell phone to my ear, I lie, sprawled on the couch. My big toe traces the flower pattern on the pillow at the other end of the sofa.
“Oh my gosh. I can’t wait to meet her,” I say into my phone as Bass tells me about the latest ultrasound on what we now know is a little girl. “She is going to be so loved. Have you and Ryan agreed on a name yet?”
“He’s still rooting for Elsa, but isn’t it lame to name her after a Disney princess?” he asks me.
“But you’re not naming her after the ice queen. He just likes the name,” I offer.
“Right, but comparisons will be made nonetheless.” If I could see Sebastian right now, I’m sure he’d be rolling his eyes.
“Well, I think it’s cute. Baby Elsa. Adorable.”
“Not as amazing as Se
