On Sunday I took something into Brudder's room and just stood there.
I thought "Oh Shit" there is going to be a new person in this room in less than a week (I hope).
Maybe it was the itty bitty diapers that fit in the palm of my hand.
Or all those tiny shoes.
Maybe it was seeing all of Asher's clothes hanging in the closet.
But I think what hit me the hardest was taking Asher's name off of the wall. It made me so sad that this wasn't his room anymore but I'm sure all of that sadness will disappear when his brother arrives.
And gets to come home.