Yesterday we went to Ikea to pick out a new bed because ours is literally on its last legs.
Even though we desperately need a new bed I’m feeling a little emotional about saying good bye to this one.
It was bought when I was on my own, my first ‘big’ purchase after a car. It was part of my fresh start after Ells bio dad left us. It became our safe place for a few years, both of us snuggled in there together most nights.
Then it became my marital bed when I married my amazing husband.
Then the bed our rainbow bonus baby would snuggle and feed in at night.
It holds the story of how far I’ve come as a woman, a mother and a wife. There may well be a tear or two when this old friend leaves today.
But sometimes we need to have the courage to let go of something so connected to our past so there is room for a new story to take its place.