I love my kitchen sink. Partly because it is esthetically pleasing. Party because I can pile up loads of dishes in it. (That rarely happens...my kitchen is always clean*). But mostly, because it is Nathan's bathtub. I am only slightly sentimental about my boys growing up - each stage brings so many new and exciting endeavors. But when Nathan no longer fits in the sink, I just might cry.
*Sarcasm noted.
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