The Bedroom

Yesterday, I was trying to do some rearranging to try and put some of our wedding things away.  It was really the first time I had had time since the wedding to stop and just take in that end of my house that belongs(ed) to my children.  As I was rearranging the very back room, I walked by this particular room and didn't really look inside.   It's just one of those doors that I had passed a thousand million times.  I know what it looks like inside.   I know what it use to look like inside.  It's the room where a little curly headed girl would holler at me in the middle of the night, "Mama, it's em'ty" meaning she had drunk to the end of her water bottle and needed a little more.  It's the room two curly headed girls use to share with all their toys and clothes.  It's the room where prom dresses hung, where athletic awards were nailed to the wall, where dancing shoes littered the floor, and it's the room that I found a 17 year old girl still up at 4:30 in the morning working on her English homework after a basketball game.  It's the room that has been Taylor's room for 24 years.

But when I looked inside this time, I just stopped and stared.  I stared at the unmade bed and I thought to myself, "this chick isn't coming back to this room anymore.  This isn't Taylor's room."

 Taylor's room is somewhere else now.  It's out on Cove Road on the other end of Stone County. Taylor's room is with that one special man that has her heart.  He grabbed her heart back in March of 2008, and in March of 2016, he took her heart forever.  Taylor has found her Prince Charming. So as I looked in that room and I thought about her not coming back anymore, it made me a little melancholy-tears filled my eyes and a quiet lonesome entered my soul.   But at the same time, it also made my heart happy.

No, she's not coming back to that room anymore.  She has found her happily ever after.  Taylor has found the one her soul loves.  The room is empty but her heart is full and her heart being full is what I want most for her.

No, that chick is not coming back to that room anymore, and I don't think I would ever want her to.