We've known each other for almost 13 years now. I remember the day I first met you. I was so excited to be in a baby furniture store. I thought you were just right for our family and the baby we were expecting–nice, but not too fancy.
Remember the cute Pooh room you were in? I bet you do. It was so colorful. You must have been just as excited as we were when we brought that 7 pound, 7 ounce boy home from the hospital. He sure was cute, wasn't he?
Remember how I had the baby monitor set up next to you, even though I was steps away in my room. Gave that up pretty quick! And you had to wait patiently for that new baby to get cozy in you because he liked being near mom in the middle of the night.
Boy, we've seen it all, haven't we? Or maybe it's more accurate to say that you've seen it all. You've seen me at my very best–a loving, self-sacrificing mom who nursed and cared for six babies. But you've seen me at my worst, too–frustrated with a screaming, crying, defiant child that made me act the exact same way.
It's hard to believe baby #6 isn't a baby anymore, isn't it? The new bunkbeds are coming this morning. So I guess this is good-bye. We did good. Thanks for everything.