It was an unforgettable painting; it set a dense golden halo of light round the most trivial moments, so that the moment, and all such moments, could never be completely trivial again.

This is our last nursery and I’ve loved everything about it’s foxiness. I always mourn the taking down of nurseries for “big kid” rooms, but our little guy has figured out how to launch himself out of the crib and we are moving on to a big boy bed…so why not get a little salty?

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