We spent this weekend running errands... making preparations for the house enhancements...
On Saturday, we bought our baby a new bed. It's a twin bed, with a trundle. It's cottage white - per her request. (Funny, as to how I had white furniture as a child, and loathed it.)
Today, we cleared out her room, took down her crib, rearranged her toys, cleared a few out.
I am unable to eloquently express how I feel right now, other then totally exhausted. I long to crash into bed, yet, I type here, to express to all of you the affect of this next stage in my life.
And so, there it is. My lil-big-girl is getting a room fit for an older gal. Each day she grows and changes. It's marvelous. And yet... why do I feel the tears welling?
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