Someone made this bed for my mom when she was a little girl and, most uncharacteristically, it has traveled with her throughout her life. Colleen slept in it when she was little, and now it has become Claire's. With a bit of sanding, some white paint, and a quilt I made, it turned out to be an adorable addition to her room. It only took one tearful night of falling asleep for her to adjust and now she is proud to to be tucked in each night. It is also really special to know that my daughter is now sleeping in the same bed that my mother and sister once slept in. On a side note, this picture also depicts one of Claire's favorite ways to read her children's Bible: finding Jesus in as many pictures as possible. While we're glad she's always anxious to locate Jesus, it has gotten to a point that Steven asked if I wouldn't mind picking up a Where's Waldo book to mix things up.
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Reading your blog was an unfortunate substitute for seeing you this weekend, Kris...but with tears in my eyes, I scrolled through and laughed at the much-older Claire I found and the sweet bed that I remember as a little girl. Miss you all so much!
Katie
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