It's not laughter.
It's not the joyful chirping of birds in the trees.
It's not the jingle of pocket change.
It's not even the whirr of the electric beaters as someone makes me a big 'ol chocolate cake with whipped cream icing.
Not right now, at least.
Right now, the most beautiful sound in the world is the sound of banging, buzzing, sawing, and hammering.
That beautiful, glorious sound is the sound of progress.
That sound means that our sweet baby Charlie's room is just a little closer to being an actual nursery.
That sound means that mommy may not go insane today.
Ahhhh...I can just feel the weight of all that stress dropping off of my shoulders with each nail that is hammered.
Lovely, Lovely, Lovely.
It's almost as lovely as the sound of my husband saying, "Here's the credit card. Get whatever you want."
Here's a few pictures of the progress: