My wife and I have been moving stuff out of a spare room in our apartment in order to change it into the baby's bedroom, who is due in just a few months. Most of the things are being put in bins and then going to the attic; where once lay our miscellaneous soon will lie blankies and toys, and through this transition I am witnessing how true relationship always involves making room for the other. "An allowance into our spaces." Therefore we move our boxes upstairs, creating an area large enough for another person to stretch out and make a mess of; vulnerability is now nesting in the corners of this empty room, and it comes to mind that maybe more often in life I need to move my stuff to the attic and make space for others...
