Little did we know that eight years later, we'd find this big old bed a bit, well...crowded.
Blessedly crowded, that is.
I've nursed every one of my children in this bed, gave birth to Margot in it, and hope to birth our next baby in it, too. We snuggle in for early morning sleep-ins, afternoon naps, and the occasional early evening rest. We read stories in this bed, coach little ones through bouts of the flu, warm our feet together, and tell long rambling tales of the dreams we had last night.
Our children now go to bed in their own room, and sleep through the night in their own beds. But this bed is our family bed.
Maybe we should have gone for a king-sized one...