15th love

I love my baby cradle.

My Dad made it for me when Wyatt was born. It is one of my prized possessions. We put it in storage last week. I hated that. I love seeing it around even if it is empty. The picture is of Simone on her first morning home. Having her home and safe and sound was like a dream, I had to get my camera so I could remember how wonderful it felt to have her in my room.



I took this picture next. I remember thinking, "This is what I wake up to." Simone in her cradle, and Talia in a backwards sundress in March. If you could have heard the giggle that accompanied this picture. Heavenly! We were all so glad to have her home.


I remember how quickly Wyatt grew and filled it up, but also remember how small he looked the first time I put him in it.

I would untie one of the bows on the bumper, and would sleepily hang on to it from my bed and slowly rock Wyatt by pulling the string.

I remember how happy I was with 10 day old Natalia sleeping the cradle, and I could hear Wyatt and Lincoln playing in the front room. We were still new to Maryland, and I felt so homesick and a little lost- but I was so happy!

I remember the first night we moved into this house. We were all in our bed room with boxes piled everywhere. Lincoln was hanging some cheap blinds to give us some privacy. Talia was in her carseat. I buzzed around the room looking for sheets, pillows, and toothbrushes. I looked at my sweet baby and scooped her up to lay her in her cradle. A few minutes later a stack of boxes with two boxes of blinds balanced on the top fell over. The blinds came slamming down (on their ends) into the carseat where Talia's little head was just minutes before. I can't remeber exactly what Lincoln said but he either asked me why or when I had moved her. I don't remember why I moved her...but I remember it so clearly. It was definatly inspired. The feeling in this house afterward was so peacful as we both took turns holding our new little bundle. We thanked our Heavenly Father for her, and for keeping her safe.

I remember when I walked in the room and Natalia was on her knees peeking over the edge. That was the last time she slept in the cradle! (I have a picture of this...I can't find it right now!)