tate's room

I feel like I've held it all together pretty well through all of the packing, moving, and adjusting to our new life.  But the thing that always tugs at my heartstrings is reminiscing about Tate's bedroom.  I don't really miss any other room in our old house... but there was just something about his room.

I'm missing his room today.  I'm missing us reading books, rocking, and singing songs in his room today.  It was such a happy place.