Wednesday, May 25, 2011
They sit in my closet, unworn for two and a half months. A draped eggplant top, the one that I wore when it was just myself, my husband and Eli that afternoon - the one that he died, and a blessedly stretchy polka dotted black and white dress which I wore the last time that I held Eli - the day of his funeral. I have not been able to put them on since but think of them often. I have a similar outfit that's Wyatt's. It is a beautiful turquoise dress with bright red poppies on it and is the outfit I wore for Wyatt's funeral. Because our oldest daughter was born just one year later I felt it appropriate to wear to her baptism which we held just five days after she was born. I had my little boy in my heart and the same body I had after birthing him so it just fit in so many ways. I have not worn that dress since. It hangs in the back of my closet. I was just wondering if I'm the only one who has "those clothes". The ones that are just too close to our little ones gone, that threaten to overwhelm us if we slip them over our heads.