My Family Heirloom

I am a big fan of craigslist. I like to sell stuff so I can buy new stuff and I don't like keeping stuff around for no reason at all. Recently I decided to post Arielle's bAbY furniture for sale on craigslist just because I felt like it. I received a couple of emails from people asking me if I would be willing to split up the crib and dresser/changing table but I declined. Something told me that was not a good idea. Then I got an email {two emails to be exact} from a lovely young lady that wanted bo buy both pieces. Sold. She lived quite far away and was not sure how she would pick up the furniture so we talked over the past couple of weeks. Just yesterday, her nice mother drove to my work to drop off some earnest money because they didn't want to lose the furniture to someone else while they figure out how to pick it up. Immediately something didn't feel right...I started to get butterflies in my stomach and my heart sank. I didn't know why I felt this way...after all I always said that iF we had another baby I would buy white baby furniture which is what I had wanted for Arielle. Furniture is replaceable so I shouldn't be this upset, right? But I was very upset and I woke up early this morning with the same feeling of loss and anguish over selling Arielle's baby furniture. I phoned the lovely young lady who had been waiting nearly two weeks to buy this furniture and explained that it was no longer available for sale. I think I made the right choice. I feel happy now, not sad at all. Well, sad that I may have caused another mother heartache but this is my baby's furniture...not anybody elses. Today I made a vow that this furniture will stay in my FaMiLy foreVer and the thought of that makes me happy beyond belief.

Regretably I do not have any pictures of Arielle's first nursery room...or her second one after the move come to think of it. However, during her first year on the day she would turn a month older I always hung a sign up on her crib along and took a picture. I looked forward to this day every month and now I love to look back at each month's picture to see how much she grew. How could I get rid of a crib filled with this many mEmOrIeS of my baby?