Today I went through four bins and packed up all of Stella's 0-12 month clothes to ship to Utah. There were a lot of memories in those bins of clothes, like the outfit we brought her home from the hospital in; or the little, silver ballet flats that she wore to her temple sealing; or the itty bitty jammies with the yellow ducks on them. I cried (and it still makes me cry). Stella said, "Mommy sad." She then sat on my lap and gave me one of her little hugs--the ones where she squeezes tight and gives a little pat on my back. And then...she put a magnet down my shirt, and the moment pretty much ended there. Can I not have a serious conversation with anyone in this house without someone trying to put something down my shirt? Sheesh!
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| image from Apartment Therapy |
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| image from Elle Decor |
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| image from Pottery Barn |
I would LOVE to have that second closet space!
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Jamie,
ReplyDeleteLove, love, love your blog. And if I'm ever at your house...I promise I won't put anything down your shirt. Your mom though - that's a different story. I've had her flip ice cream down my shirt before during one of our drives/talks and she didn't even know it. I didn't even tease her about it. It's been my secret until now, but I think I can trust you with it.