Somebody hand me the box of Kleenex…
I don’t know what losing a child feels like…but I imagine that it’s pretty heartbreaking…heartbreaking and horrible…and for some strange reason, the only analogy I can think of when looking at empty photos of our home is…well…loss. not loss like a son or daughter. my brain can’t wrap around such a pain. but loss of a thing. loss of a thing-baby. sortof like handing over the fruit of my womb….if my womb was where the blood, sweat and tears, countless hours and backbreaking hardwork was formed. it’s so sad. and sortof makes me resent living in a new place. and I love the new house. but this was home. our place of rest. and family. and love. and so yeah…it breaks my heart a little when I see it empty like this.
I miss our kitchen faucet. I loved how the end pulled out and made filling pots easy. I miss our subway tile backsplash. It was easy to clean. And I miss our easy dishwasher. I still don’t really know how to use the new one…and I really don’t want to read the manual.
We left the curtain rod hooks for the new inhabitants. They were already in the studs and we figured that they aren’t that expensive to replace.
I miss our mantle. It was my favorite place to decorate.
I miss having finished rooms. Rooms that felt worn in and comfortable…like a good pair of jeans.
I remember this shot…this angle. One of these days I will post these photos on the house tour page…so that everyone can see the old photos and the new photos…and the inbetween photos.
We took my $15 chandelier from the dining room. I don’t know why but I was very attached to that thing. I think it is because it was a gift from my mom. I can walk away from things I bought with my own money…but when it’s a gift…forgetaboutit.
The master bedroom looks smaller without furniture in it. I promised a post on how we did that curtained wall. It’ll come. one day it’ll come.
I was ohsoclose to taking that shelving thing over the toilet with us. It’s hard to find stuff like that. But in the end, it matched the other hardware…and they belonged together. They were a happy family.
The dressing room is perfect for the new little girl that lives there. She’s 7.
I miss this guest room. We’ve had many a guest in there…many a fun/crazy/loved guest.
And this guest bathroom. Oh how I miss this bathroom. I miss washing Will in there…seeing him splash his bathwater out onto the floor. I miss seeing him smile at the little boy in the wood-framed mirror. I miss battling him to see who would be more stubborn over the bathtub plug.
But most of all…this. I miss this. Ohdearlord….somebody hand me the box of Kleenex…