So we'd put them away. And then after so much loss, I had Bryce hide the ones I'd already bought, because they were just too painful to leave in plain sight.
...now I have had Bryce excavate them from their hiding places (which were hilariously in plain sight and in rooms I spend a LOT of time in, so they were never actually very far away). They are freshly laundered and reset from their position of grief and emptiness in our home. They are carefully folded and placed in the tiny dresser that is already in our little room. They are ready for FutureBaby, because now that we are stepping deeper into the adoption process, he/she is a distinct reality, almost tangible, and completely expected--we are so, so ready for him/her to come into that room, into our lives, looking adorable in clothes picked out years and years before his/her arrival.
|Little dresser... obviously going to need a bigger one.|
|The tiniest onesies drawer, elephant plush blanket, and the baby blanket|
my sister knitted us years ago that can now come out to play.
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