Saturday, November 22, 2008

Baby steps

I cleaned off the changing table and moved it into the garage.

I moved her baby blankets into a closet out of view.

I touched baby headbands and baby bows and reminisced about the times they were worn.

I stroked the fabric and smelled the sweetness of outgrown little girl clothes, breathing in the moments that are no more.

I fought back tears.

Watching my children grow is painful and wonderful...and painful.


4 comments:

Linda up north said...

Oh you are so right... sigh...

Helen said...

I hear ya, sista! I feel the same way, especially knowing Allan is going to be my last child.

yolie said...

This post made me cry.

Gina said...

I know...maybe Krista can have a baby so we can sorta get our fix!