Will you still need me, will you still feed me ...

Yesterday was Liz's (Michael's mother) 64th birthday and we went over to her house to pick her up for dinner. When we got there she was positively giddy and told me to come into the bathroom with her for a second that she wanted to tell me something. I walked into the downstairs bathroom, and she shut the door, told me to turn away from her and close my eyes.

Oh god. I thought - she's going to show me that she's had some more "work" done. As I braced myself for the thought of seeing my MIL unclothed I felt her fiddling with my scarf, and started laughing - asking her what the hell she was doing.

She told me to open my eyes and turn around. Around my neck was a beautiful omega necklace with bezel set diamonds - the one piece of her jewelry that I actually liked. [She's quite the jewelry maven, and could easily put DeBeers out of business if she started parsing out what's in her jewelry cabinet - but her tastes and mine tend to diverge greatly when it comes to jewelry].

She started crying and said - "I want you to have this... I want you to know how happy I am that you're my daughter now." Tears welled up in my eyes. She smiled and said "Honey... this is babkes. You just wait.... I've got some big news for you."

She and David have just completed (within the last two months) refinishing their entire house from top to bottom. Brand new custom made cabinetry, landscaping, new hardwood floors, new ceramic tile, etc. The entire house is practically brand spanking new from windows to heating and cooling system to the fireplace being refinished.

Michael and I have been scrimping and saving for a downpayment for a house, and have been putting aside a lot of trips and other frivolous things because we wanted to put everything into a downpayment.

We don't have to anymore.

His mom is buying another house with a bedroom on the first floor (in this house the bedrooms are all upstairs) because her knees are bad and she's struggling getting up the stairs.

They want to sell us their house - no downpayment... just make the mortgage payments (and the mortgage is fixed at around 4% on a fifteen year note) and the homeowners association maintenance fees. The ungodly amount that they sunk into the house in improvements in the last year - they don't care about recouping. Essentially they would be transferring all of their equity in the house to us with no strings attached.

This is a much bigger house than we would qualify for right now mortgage wise. It's a 3-2 1/2 with a 2+ car garage, a formal dining room, enormous kitchen, and a full partially finished basement. The great room is two stories - and there is a small balcony from the master bedroom that overlooks the great room. The master bedroom has a dressing room attached, and there are walk in closets in every single room.

It's in a phenomenal school district and on a cul de sac. We love the floor plan, and it's something that honestly, we couldn't afford right now in that neighborhood. The room that now serves as David's office would be the perfect size for a nursery. The master bedroom is bigger than our entire upstairs right now.

I cried, because I simply didn't know what to say. It's obviously contingent upon her finding another house - but she's found one in the neighborhood that they're going to look at this afternoon, which is a little bigger and has a master bedroom on the first floor. And it's empty - and the sellers are hoping to make a deal quickly.

Last night after I triggered I felt such a sense of peace and excitement. (Well after I bent the first needle in my leg and had to remove it in a bloody mess that I think was my "residency" for Google School of Medicine)

And last night, I had a dream of a baby boy ambling up the stairs in that house to his room. His laughter reverberated off the walls and filled my heart with such joy. Our baby in our house.