In a very short span of time, we will be moving from our quite small house into a much bigger house. Obviously, I am excited about the move, the new house, the giant kitchen, etc. However, there is one room in the house that I'm not ready to leave behind. My babies' nursery. I had that room planned in my mind before I even met my husband. It is filled with my dreams.
Jacob is too big for the crib and will have a bed in the new house. He won't be in a nursery at all. It will be a boy's bedroom. And just like that, I won't have any babies at all. At least now I can call Jacob my baby. I can hoist him up on the change table and re-live the hundred of diapers I've changed up there. I can lower him into his crib and see the tiny boy he once was. When I sit in the rocking chair and read him a story, I am reminded of the hours I sat there nursing both my babies to sleep. Those walls hold so many memories.
It's hard to let that room go. It's my favourite place in the house. Every other room in the new house will be an improvement. But there won't be a nursery at all. And that breaks my heart.
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Lots of memories to be made in the new home that you'll cherish as well.
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I feel the same way. We are going to get a bed for Claire in a few weeks and I can't help but think that she is no longer a baby anymore...that neither of the girls are. It passed so quickly the second time around....Rachel
ReplyDeleteYou are going to make me cry! So many new memories to be had there!
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