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Hung with care

It was time for a little change on our walls. The process is going slow, but it's finally getting there. No, I am not talking about new paint or wallpaper (although, this too should be done in a few places), I'm talking about the pictures on our walls.

Our house, until just recently, has been a shrine to Mr. Caleb himself. ha! I love my child, and seeing his smiling face all around me, especially during the moments where he is driving me up the wall... never hurts to have some happy reminders around to keep me grounded! I digress...

For years I've been anxious to put up pictures of more than just Caleb. Pictures of him with a brother or sister has often been on my mind. And now, the day has finally come to put out pictures of two children, not just one.

I must admit, there is a little sorrow to this occasion. First, I've removed a couple old pictures of Caleb to make room for new ones. It's always hard to see his cute little baby face go, but I still definetly have a couple around. Second, seeing Caleb's little baby face reminds me how we never got to know Tope's baby face. It's a little bittersweet. We have been given a couple pictures of Tope from when he was little of which we will display, but none have the artistic high quality resolution like we have of Caleb. Is this a big deal? No, really it is not, but there are just days I really wish I had a really good, clean, perfect picture or two of Tope from when he was really little, like the ones we have of Caleb strewn about our house.

The smiles I have had just looking at my mantle and shelves today have been Big. I am so happy to see both my Caleb and Tope adorning our house. It was time. Tope has been excited too to see so many pictures of himself. This is his home, I hope he feels like it is a little more so now. It was time.



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