A few years ago I had a complete and total breakdown because I decided to pack up all the baby bibs and put them in the basement while we waited and tried and waited for another baby. I couldn't even fathom getting rid of anything baby related.
That was then. This is now.
Yesterday, seven (yes SEVEN) bags and boxes of baby clothes went out the door.
I was almost dancing a jig.
I packed up baby spoons, bottles, and anything that wasn't tied down.
I was almost dancing a jig.
It's safe to say that I'm feeling full and complete with our family.
Three is a good number.
2 comments:
Yay! This makes me happy.
I like three.
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