Requiem for a crib

I never thought that taking down the crib would make me so sad.  I don't know if it's because Zoe is growing up so fast or recalling all the wonderful memories I have of Zoe in connection with this crib.

Like awaiting Zoe's arrival...

or the first picture I have of Zoe in her crib at 1 month old...

or remembering how little Zoe looked in her crib...

or catching the moment when she found her thumb for the first time...

or watching her get stuck in the corner because she couldn't roll over...

and then watch her practice rolling over...

and finding her in some weird sleeping positions like sleeping butt-up...

or cuddling the crib bumper...

or letting appendages escape...

or hugging mama's bear...

or having a place to play...

or a place to practice standing...

And remembering that there was a time when we thought we could move her into a toddler/big girl bed.  So, we took off the front rail and put her to bed...

And then found her here in the middle of the night.  Poor thing.

And recently requiring Lightning McQueen slippers to sleep in...

And then capturing Zoe's last night in her crib...

All such wonderful memories.  But I think what mostly makes me sad is that I won't have another baby to put to sleep in that crib. 

Goodbye crib.