This picture probably doesn't mean much to you but it brings tears to my eyes. This morning at Mom 2 Mom (our church's version of MOPS), one of the ladies read a poem talking about "lasts." That's when it hit me. Grace has had her first last.
Last night was Grace's first night sleeping by herself in her room. That means that Wednesday night was her last night sleeping in our room in the pack 'n play. I started to cry packing up her pack 'n play. There seems to be such a huge empty space now in our room. I can't even remember what it was like before we had the pack 'n play there.
Isn't that what have a child is all about? I can't remember what it was like before Grace came into our lives...
Don't be too sad, Mama! But appreciated what you wrote. Gigi remembers establishing you in your own room. It was all primary colors and there was a needlepoint bear above the changing table that we called "Boo." :)
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