Just like packing up the nursery, unpacking is hard. It brings a heaviness to my heart, seeing all of Henry's things...the towels we wrapped him up in after a bath, his favorite ball and rattle, the books I loved to read to him, the toys that went on his carseat and made noises as he moved around... As we went along, though, it got a little easier, and the memories were a bit more comforting. Someday we'll have another little being in that room, and we can tell him or her all about their big brothers.
As we unpacked, it brought to my mind the idea of space. When we moved into this house, it seemed that we would never fill all the nooks and crannies. We went from a house with virtually no closet or storage space to a house filled with storage areas. As we unpacked our things, so many spaces were left empty. Once we got into the nursery, those spaces quickly started filling up. It always amazes me how something so tiny takes up so much space. Yet despite filling up the physical space, the space in our hearts is still empty. There will always be an emptiness, whether we have one more child or twenty more. One day our house will be filled with the laughter of children (God willing), but Henry will always have his place in our hearts and our home. No matter how full our house gets we'll always carry that bit of empty space with us, and that will always remind us that Henry is here.
(And here is Murphy, testing out Henry's recliner...he always wants to help!)
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