I'm so glad to finally see warmer weather here to stay. We've been working around the house and this morning I cleaned the nasty garage out and started getting the floor ready for hubby to colorflake. After that we're going to stamp the pool deck. School is down to the last weeks (thank goodness) and summer is on the way! The wedding is getting closer and there's still so much to do. Life is busy and full.
Hubby got our baby cradle out of the attic at the office and I cleaned it up this morning as well. It still looks pretty good. Even the bedding looks good. My sister's oldest son and his bride of a year are expecting in a couple of weeks. They already know it's a girl and so this afternoon I'm going to take the cradle over for her to use. This cradle is special. I bought this cradle in a yard sale before my oldest son was even conceived thinking maybe someday. Well, both my boys have slept in it, all of my sister's grandchildren so far have slept in it and someday, hopefully, my grandchildren will sleep in it. It was old when I bought it 23 plus years ago. It actually swings back and forth. I can remember when Jacob was sleeping in it by our bed and my husband (in his sleep) would reach out and push it to keep it moving! What sweet memories came rushing back to me as I cleaned it up this morning. What I wouldn't give to go back in time and hold my baby boys one more time, to smell that sweet baby smell, to snuggle them up against my heart. Yeah, you can tell I've got a brand new teenager and one about to get married! At least soon I'll have a little one to snuggle and not have to be the one up in the middle of the night!!!
Thank you Jesus for new life. How precious it really is. Watch over Scott and Treva and bless them with a healthy baby girl. Thank you for sweet memories and beautiful traditions.
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I miss my "babies" too. I've noticed more and more that I dream about them as babies, and can really hear their little baby voices in my dreams.... especially my son. Do you ever do that?
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