It wasn't the packing that got me this time though. It was the unpacking. Because I discovered hopes and dreams in that bin of 6-9 month clothes. Three adorable little safari sleepers, boy sleepers, along with safari onesies and the cutest little blue striped sleeper adorned with hippos. Those were bought at least two girls ago in the hopes that one day a little boy would wear them. Now it seems that little boy will not be ours. My second oldest was picking out baby's jammies a few nights ago and saw the striped sleeper. She immediately selected it and said, "Mommy, these were Eli's". You see, after we bathed Eli during my husband and my time alone with him we dressed him in a little preemie blue and white striped sleeper very similar to the one that she had selected for baby's jammies. Over a year later and the little girl who was barely five when Eli died remembers the outfit he wore.
So there you have it, the bitter with the sweet. A beautiful healthy robust little girl in my home and two little boys who will never wear 6-9 month sleepers in my heart.