We will have the pleasure of a foreign exchange student living in our home for the coming school year. The building excitement has turned me back into an expectant mother—my husband says I’ve been nesting like crazy. Of course, after twenty years of marriage, he has a pretty good bead on my habits, so I can’t deny his claim.

Throughout the summer months I bought a bed, then a dresser to go in the empty bedroom she will be using. I found the cutest bedspread, but once I got it on the bed, I decided I didn’t like the color of the room.

My husband rolled his eyes, but never said a word as I brought home color swatches from the local home improvement store. After several weeks of deliberation he even helped me paint the room a soft teal color. The finished product looked so good with the bed I knew I’d made the right decision.

In the process of putting the room back together, I went into the coat closet and pulled out the plastic hangers I had purchased at the beginning of the summer so she could hang up any clothes. My husband and I looked at each other and laughed.

“Well…,” he said, “they definitely go with the room.”

Just by chance, I’d purchased hangers the same shade of teal we painted the room with. Quite the uncanny coincidence—or maybe I’d been living with a “teal brain” all along. Man, I hope she likes things to be matchy, matchy.