"Is Bravery REALLY gonna be 7 months old tomorrow?? This really has flown by."
This was a text today that hit me hard. Yes, our little nugget is going to be 7 months old tomorrow. I had not even realized what day it was. It was the last thing on my mind until the text cam through. Over that half birthday hump.
This swing has been in the corner of our living area since sister was born. The past few months it has been neglected. Just sitting there. Being hung onto by a toddler. Forgotten. Sister had really gotten to big for it.
"Is it time we sell the swing" said the husband. Ouch. Why did that hurt. It's just a swing.
Just a swing that has been through 2 babies now. Two babies who are growing up before our eyes. Two babies. One of which isn't a baby anymore.
It hurts because it is probably going to end there. Sister is probably our last lil nugget. Sometimes that's a hard pill to swallow. I joke that I don't want to be outnumbered, but the thought of no more babies does make this mommas heart ache a little.
That swing got put in the garage today. I stared. Trying to hold back the emotions. Another chapter closed. Another one too big.