And so it goes...

There have been PLENTY of items in the house that have gone the way of the local consignment shop, so I'm not exactly sure why this one was such a gut punch...

The boy is moving way too quickly towards not being a little boy anymore... so incredibly wonderful, but at the same time, gut wrenching.

This was one of the first new things to go in his new room, when we were only three (plus Bailey), and we moved into this house.  such a perfect fit for him.  They watched as he went from a crib, to a big-kid bed, to a loft (and back several times over)... saw him in a body cast, watched his head bounce off the radiator, and recover from too many ear infections... listened to him learn to read and to play the recorder... witnessed his Thomas the Train table, getting replaced by a desk and a Kindle... heard the familiar rattle of a zillion Legos and countless bedtime stories.  They listened intently as a new family member arrived, and quickly found out that Harry now had a sister... many holiday sleepovers with PopPop, and so many boys from the 'hood... watched over as Bailey faded away, and Max warmed our hearts (and chewed her toys).

He's getting to be a big kid now, and I know I've got to start to let that go... I'm just not so sure I'm totally up for all that... not quite yet.