My Storybook room, I like to call it. There's a lot of love I've added to this small space. A lot of love and so many babies. Some things stayed the same this time. My heart couldn't part with the tree I painted for Legend or the hot air balloons. So they stayed and offered their cheer for one more of my babes.
I had to add those touches to the room that would just be hers. Like the "book" mobile made from vintage hymnal readings, the baby quilt I labored over in that last trimester, floating cloud pillows, and a polka dot jumper in my favorite rescued frame. All hers. All part of her story, and this mama's love.
It's our little hide away now, where we rock and I dream with God for her. And I hold her extra long well after she's finished nursing, because I remember small babies before her now so big in my arms and I'm not rushing.