The first time I have cried about moving

 
I had the first instance of crying about moving. I had painted Wyatt's room at our old house. They are getting ready to paint it over with a neutral brown, so I told Wyatt to say goodbye to the bird on his wall since he won't see it again. He used to say goodnight to the bird, along with a few other things in the room.

Wyatt said "NO!" with his voice quivering... "Don't paint him. Don't paint him."

I started tearing up. "We have to honey. We don't live here anymore. But I took a picture of him and we can put it in your new room. So say bye to him."

Wyatt waved up at the bird with a tearful voice... "Bye"

Then he paused.

"I want to kiss him."

So I held Wyatt up to the bird, which sits on top of his closet door, and let him kiss it, while tears were streaming down my cheeks.

Leaving that house hasn't been hard for me. But knowing my boy had to leave behind something he loves... that was much harder.

The dandelions were my favorite thing in the room. They represented making a wish, and Wyatt being the answer to my wish. I had little random dandelion fluffs like the one above the flowers scattered on the walls throughout the room. They weren't easy to see, but if you looked for them, you could find them all over.

Crystal