Me: "I took it down the day I came in to get you from your nap and found you swinging from it."
We prepped. We painted. We paced. We pushed. And pushed. And pushed. And pushed. Tuck came in his own good time ... in "Tuck Time." We were a family in an instant. There were tears of happiness, tears of frustration, tears of fears ... and tears of colic.
The constant hum of the vacuum was our only hope against the rage of the cry. It soothed the beast within the tiny baby. That, and his daddy's thumb. But only Daddy's. Not Mama's. Not Meme's. Not even the UPS Delivery Man's (there were no limits to what I would do to stop the incessant crying).
Within those walls we rocked, sang, bounced and laughed. Within those wall we were safe, warm, happy and loved.
Within those walls...we were...a little family.