last man standing...

Here it is...   A bottle.  Who knew it would spark so many emotions.   See, little Els has been off the bottle since her first birthday.   Both my babes were breastfed with a supplemental bottle (of either breast milk or formula).   I have cleaned out my cabinets a couple of times since she has turned one, but always found a reason to keep this one, lonely bottle.   Until this morning, I actually put it in the throw away pile (because I really don't think anyone wants my used bottle, right?) and as my bub walked by I dared to ask (as I was holding it in his face) --"yes, no, maybe so?.   He staled, perhaps wondering if the question was really about that bottle or something else.   His answer, "maybe so" not because I think he meant anything other than I don't want to answer this question even though we have talked about a "third" plenty of times and while his answer never waivers, mine has been changing the farther postpartum depression becomes a distant memory.

I decided to toss it.   But honestly because no other reason that there is no immediate need and I promised myself to clear out the clutter!   I will be praying for peace in this heart of mine tonight and enjoying our quiet weekend!