Well, I can only find pictures of three of the four on their first night in the firetruck bed. I am sure N's are somewhere but I have tabbed through pictures for about 15 minutes and can't remember exactly what month (or even what year!!) I moved him into the bed. Sometime before Mr. Man was born and that was...a long time ago.
Tomorrow, I will take apart the sweet bed and drive it to its new home. Another little boy will love it and my baby boy will go to bed tomorrow night in a twin bed. J is excited--he has been telling me for several weeks, "For Christmas I need a new bed. I am too big."
But, oh my heart. Another chapter closing. Handsome drove halfway across South Carolina to get that bed for L when I was pregnant with N. I have prayed over that bed (and the baby in it) thousands of time. I know it is just a thing and that things aren't important. I know. But another link to my sweet babies--gone. Thank goodness they are here with me. Thank goodness they get bigger. Thank goodness there are new journeys on the horizon.
But, oh my heart. My sweet babies.
