Crying Like a Baby

Last weekend, we took apart the nursery - including dismantling the crib - and prepared the crib and bureau (changing table) for sale. Today, we packed them into the truck and Lee is delivering them, as I write this, to a grateful family in Thompson. I far underestimated the emotional impact that this process would have on me - hence the title of this post. It was just about four years ago that my mother and I picked out this crib and bureau for the as-yet-unknown Elizabeth. Now, we have a beautiful 3 1/2 year old and a beautiful 19 month old, which completely fill our lives - but there is still trauma associated with letting go of the crib where both girls spent their first night in our home. Lee unwittingly increased my trauma when he wrapped the crib railings in my "blankie" - a blanket that I have taken with me everywhere for more than thirty years (since I graduated to a "big girl bed") including college, law school and married life. It just came off of our bed last year, when Lee pointed out that it was worn so thin that it no longer functioned as a blanket.
On a happier note, those of you that are just dying to make an overnight visit to our house will soon have a place to stay. We hope to have a guest room - as opposed to an air mattress on the floor - by the end of March.