We sold the baby's swing today. Much to my dismay. Every inch of my being did not want to let that darn swing go. I sat there and cried looking at it as I waited for Joel to come take it to the van. I know it's not really the swing itself that I am so upset about. The swing is merely another symbol of babyhood. And its departure is just something else telling me that I won't have a "baby" much longer. Yes, Grayson will be my last child, and I tell myself that is why all of this is bothering me so much. When I gave birth to him, I didn't think that him being the youngest would bother me at all. I would be "relieved" that he is my last. And don't get me wrong, I don't want anymore children. I'll be glad when I STTN and there or no more diapers to change. Well, actually, maybe I'll be crying over that too! LOL
It doesn't make anything any easier knowing that just yesterday Gray stood alone on several occassions for the first time either. Here's a couple pics of the swing I'll miss so much. Look at my sweet little baby. :o(






