Continuing with her nesting, Herself has tidied the remainder of the kitchen cabinets and the drawers. She threw away some things, rearranged other things, and generally organized the rest of the things. It is quite pleasant to open a drawer or a cabinet and find exactly what one needs now.
In the back of one cabinet, she found a pacifier, still in its packaging. Affectionately referred to as a "nu-nu," a pacifier was a staple in the household for a long, long time. All of the Offspring were extremely orally inclined as infants and toddlers; they spent a great deal of time sucking on thumbs, fingers, and nu-nus, as well as attempting to put all kinds of non-comestible items into their mouths. Herself always kept a spare emergency nu-nu handy in her purse.
It has been ages since anyone in the house used a pacifier, and Herself was a tad wistful at the discovery of the nu-nu. Mercifully, though, she is not all verklempt. I think she has almost completely come to terms with the fact that there will never be another baby in the household.
All the same, she would be pleased to be able to hold someone else's baby for a little while.
Poetry Thursday, on gratitude
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