These are the baby clothes. The two piles on the left are girl baby clothes up to size 12 months. The pile on the right are boy baby clothes up to 2T. It is a visual study in the increase of our financial security over the years. And a witness to how much I spoil my children.
I unpacked, divided and mailed all of these clothes to my sister (baby boy) and two sister-in-laws (baby girls) this last week. That is what I have been saving them for. Yet it was harder to do than I thought. Isn't it amazing how a small, tangible, physical piece of history can bring you back to the moment. The tiny little premie outfit that the girls came home in. The blankets I swaddled my babies so snugly in. Christmas dresses, favorite pajamas, gifts that meant something special and of course the totally amazing dress I found shopping with my Mom the day after coming home from the hospital. A soft little jumper that makes your hand want to fly up to your shoulder and stroke a baby's back. Only that baby isn't a baby anymore he is 10 and wouldn't fit on my shoulder if I tried.
Lets just say I cried a few tears. There was even a moment when I considered not sending anything. But I really do try hard to share...so inside the boxes they all went. Bound for places far away to start a new history on some other baby's sweet little body.
Isn't it just amazing how something like baby clothes can just bring you back...