The morning before we transformed Eva’s toddler bed back into a cot for her soon-to-be baby brother, I went around and quickly snapped a few shots. It seems silly at times to write about being emotional attached to certain objects and material things, but for me this room marks a special period of time. A time when my daughter was still small enough to fit into a tiny toddler bed. A time when she was still young enough to let me pick out her pink bedding. A time when it was just the three of us.
I guess in someways, it’s not the material object of her toddler bed that has me so emotion, but what this change represents. Or it could be that I’m simply pregnant, over emotional and over analysing everything!
So without further analysis, here is a little peak into Eva’s room: