This morning Daddy and I moved your bassinette from our room into the nursery. It's midnight, and just now, walking in the dark from the bathroom into the bedroom I swerved my hips so I wouldn’t bump into your little bed. Then I remembered. I miss my little buddy. I want to run in there and drag your bassinette back into our room, but I won't. My first letting go.
Sally Bacchetta - Freelance Writer
Freelance Writer
Parenting
Motherhood
August 25, 2005
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