For ten years, toes have been tickled, belly-buttons have been kissed, songs have been sung and bottoms have been changed on this change table.
Yet, not one photo I have, of a baby on it.
This piece of funiture has followed me round my house for over a decade, it sat by the fire when my first was born. Then it followed Jim into the nursery.
When Joseph came along, it made it's way to the family room till summer then into the cooler laundry.
Upstairs it went when Flynn was born.
And stayed in the bathroom for the whole time for Alice.
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