We enjoyed a right of passage in our house last night. Noah graduated to a big boy bed. Yes, gentle reader, my son is now in a twin bed. On the frame and everything.

We packed up that crib that converted into a toddler bed and brought down to the garage. Please. Contain your emotion. I guess more sentimental moms would be lamenting the fact that this is the end of an era. No more kids in cribs. No more toddler beds. But not me. Oh no. I’m a progressive future seeking optimist. I always see the future as brighter then the past. I’m not sad about my son growing up. Really. I’m not. Stop it.

Sure, I won’t have those convenient little crib sheets to wash. Sure the mattress isn’t waterproof. Sure, I’ll have some worries about my little all-star falling out onto the floor. But there are so many things to look forward to. My boy is growing up. He’s in a BIG BOY BED now. I. Must. Find. A. Bright. Spot.

And what is the biggest bright spot you ask? Well let me tell you gentle reader. It’s the improvement this is going to have to my nighttime ritual of kissing him before I go to sleep. It’s that I no longer have to practically kneel on the floor to kiss his sweet sweaty head. Now, I can kiss his sweet sweaty head just bending over.

See? There is joy here. We take it where we can get it.

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