I’ve been up in the top of our giant shed…. slowly working my way through all the baby things we have stored over the years.
It’s a walk through memory lane.
A stark reminder.
A strange little thread that ties all of my children together.
There are clothes that both the girls and Muski wore. Not many, given they are different sexes, born in different seasons and were vastly different sizes as babies, but a few things. A red shirt, a pair of navy pants….
A handful of clothes, some blankets, nappies, the hammock…
Things that they shared.
Things that sew a common thread between them. That weave all of their babyhoods into one tangled mess of memory.
Things that will entangle this baby’s memories too.