A Few Notes
We moved our bed and Abby's bed up onto the second floor of the house last weekend. It's a little strange sleeping in the new room, even though I did sleep there for seven or eight years. The bed is in a different place, and the room is a different color now. The whole house sounds different these days.
Anyway, I think the thing that I miss most about not sleeping downstairs is that I would roll over in the morning while Berta was in the shower, and look over at Abby's bed, and occasionally she would be awake. She would sit up in bed and smile at me, and pick up each stuffed creature in turn and say things like, "This [is Mr.] Bunny" or "This [is a] bear." I would tell her to bring one of them over, so she would climb out of bed and walk over where I'd lift her into our bed. Then she would point at my nose and say "This [is a] nose", and eyes and hair, etc. And then I would ask her if she wanted to go see Mommy, and she would ask, "Where's Mommy?" And we'd climb out of bed and go find Berta, who was usually in the kitchen maintaining the cats. Yeah, I miss all that.