The Box

Back in the summer of 2006, I went on a beach trip with my girlfriends from college. We shopped till we dropped at the outlet malls and spent a fortune. I would say that 90% of my purchases that year were baby clothes for Cooper. I was 19 weeks pregnant when we went on the trip and so naive about what those following months would hold for me.

When I got home from the beach, I purchased my first bottle of Dreft and got to work washing baby clothes. I hung them up on little hangers and placed them neatly in the nursery to be. Of course, if you've read my blog very long, you know that pregnancy was not meant to be. After delivering Cooper at just over 25 weeks and shortly there after learning of his congenital heart defect, that lonely room upstairs took on a new meaning. It wasn't until Clay and I were packing up our old house in preparation to move that I finally packed all of Cooper's things away in a box. It also held all of the things from his Memorial service and a multitude of cards that I received from so many friends and family.

After coming home with my 2nd son just 2 short weeks ago, and seeing him wearing his precious brother's coming home outfit that never was able to be used 4 years ago, I knew I wanted to get the rest of his stuff from that box. I actually didn't realize how much stuff I had purchased and when I talked to Clay about getting it from the attic he questioned me and said he hadn't mentioned it because he wasn't sure I wanted to use any of it.

Actually, it makes my heart so happy to be able to put these precious clothes to use. I love seeing things that although were originally purchase for my first son, worn by the miracle boy we have at home with us. I look at it as just one more way to keep Cooper's memory alive and now I just wish I had purchased even more!