The shelves in my nursery.
The crib may be out, but the vintage toys on the shelves stayed the same. Most of these treasures were either mine or James’ when we were little. Several belonged to other family members and a few I found at flea markets.
These shelves are so full that I had to do a diagram.
The outfit in the front was the first thing James’ mother ever put on him. She insisted that I take a picture of each of my boys in it when they were born. And I just love the idea that my sweetie played with this little wooden truck for hours when he was a boy.
Every single thing on these shelves has a story. I love telling Levi all about his special toys (that he’s not allowed to play with, I’m a good mom like that).
My very favorite thing…..the teddy bear that belonged to my father when he was a baby. When I was a girl, it sat way up high on a shelf in his closet. I used to look at it and think about what it must have been like when my dad was little. He was my hero, and this represented his life before me. I love it!
I am a sap when it comes to things from our families’ past. I love having them around me. It’s like history and future merge.
OK, now I’m getting all choked up.
I need my teddy bear!
If you have sentimental things, go over and link to Cha Cha’s party. But you’ll have to excuse me. I need a Kleenex. :::snort::::