I thought about cleaning it all up, fluffing pillows, and vacuuming before I started snapping pictures, but that would have been me lying to you. And I don't do that.
The only time this room is "clean" is after a day of cleaning. It gets straightened up
This room is hands down the most "used" room of the house.
This room used to have quite a few
Wonderful news has been shared here.
Friends from far away have gathered to catch up and share spirits in this space.
This is where Eddie first rolled over. First crawled. First laughed. First pulled up. First cruised. First walked. And tonight? First climbed.
Here is where I sat for many hours of the wee morning, crying out with labor pains before finally going to the hospital.
Here is where I sat when I told Cort that we were going to have a baby...and that baby was Eddie.
Here is where I tearfully admitted I needed help. That what was kicking my ass was probably PPD and I couldn't make it go away on my own.
Here is where I cuddled a sick little boy until we both fell asleep.
That happy couple who had no idea what was ahead of them.
I have fallen asleep to those young kids smiling down on my while I cuddled a sweet newborn in my arms because I was too sore to get in my bed, and he was too snuggly to put in his.
I have cried at this couple.
I have smiled at this couple.
I have yelled at this couple.
I have pleaded with this couple.
I have prayed for this couple.
In our case it is true.
But this room? Is not about the TV.