I still do the same now. On the rare quiet moments, usually when H is out for the day, it brings me so much serenity just to sit in her room and look around. I have tried my best to make it a calm, beautiful room, filled with love and it reminds me of the joy my daughter brings us every day.From the butterfly bedding, proudly displaying her first teddy, a cushion I had when I was little and of course her blankie, which she can't sleep without, to the butterfly lights hung above her bed (yes I have a small obsession with butterflies). Every detail was created with so much love. There is the dvd rack I turned into a bookcase which holds an array of old and new books, my own first teddy and a collection of gifts from family and friends. Her bookcase, the contents of which are often strewn all over the floor. Her glider chair, in which her daddy and I spent many an hour feeding her and rocking her to sleep as a baby, reading to her before bedtime and now holds a giant Mickey Mouse.
