We Survived

I sold our infant carseat this week. It had been sitting in our attic since Blaise outgrew it and I realized that it expires a year from now. I couldn't see letting it sit there all year with no one using it. So I put it up on a Facebook sale page and it was gone before the morning was over. I felt like part of my heart ripped out as the lady walked away with it. All three of our boys came home from the hospital in that seat. The memories associated with it are sweet. But the pages are turning to a new chapter, I suppose.

In the past day, Blaise has gone from baby crawling and taking steps to full-fledged toddler. As much as I am loving seeing him toddle about the house, I can't help but have a pang of grief as we watch the baby years fade to the rear-view mirror.

On the other hand, when the lady tucked our carseat into her car and pulled away, as tears welled up and that lump just sat there in my throat, I also kinda wished I had a friend with me to hug and cheer and pat me on the back a bit. Cause I guess you could say we did it. We made it through a season. And we survived.