I don't like it....one bit

Last night, as Ken and I were putting away the dishes and everything before bed, we walked by Gardner's room. Usually, the door is shut and the quiet whirr of his humidifier can be heard through it. This time, however, the room was open. The lamps were all on, and there were boxes I had packed earlier in the day scattered around his crib and windows.

Gardner spent the night with his Grandmama last night, and what a help that was....to have some time to pack and prepare uninterrupted. Yet when we walked by, it sent a wave of sadness through our hearts knowing that his little self wouldn't sleep near us last night.

Now, this isn't the only time we've left him with someone, especially overnight....but we both agreed that it never gets easy. Yes, the break is good, but still, the silence is saddening. Once you hear the pitter-patter of those tiny toddler toes on your floors....well, let's just say that we can't (nor would we want to) imagine life without that sound anymore. "Having a baby changes everything...." How very, very true.

(By the way, he's home again now, and I am delighting in the sounds of tiny squeals and laughs coming from his room as he plays among the towers of boxes. I will never tire of those sounds.)

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