Joe and I have spent the last several evenings cleaning out the closet in what was once Joe's video game/guitar room, and what is now the baby's room. The closet was the place we stored things that really didn't have a place elsewhere- video and computer games, Joe's art books, my old journals, photo albums from high school and college, CDs, and all sorts of other things that show our interests and have fed many hours of free time. This closet, and the lonely top shelf of our stuff at the top, now totally represents the changes that have been slowly taking place in our lives over the past 9 months. Joe and I are slowly being replaced by someone named Momma and Daddy. I think the change is almost complete. See, Joe didn't even balk at posing with a tiny shirt.
It was so odd to slowly hang up all the tiny little clothes in the closet that used to hold our things, and now holds Danger's. Joe examined each thing and made comments like "Lilly really has good taste," and "When is Danger really going to wear a velour Christmas striped jumper?" I sat on the floor and wondered if in 20 years I would remember how fun it was to watch him become a dad.