Clothes he never wore
Two years and three months ago, my son was born still. I was forced to pack away all of the tiny outfits, bathrobes and shoes that I had so carefully washed and hung up with care, for my boy. The diapers in the box in the closet, were thrown into a Rubbermaid tub, and shoved to the back of the closet, along with the most of my heart. Yesterday, these tubs were pulled out from the back of the closet. As most of you know, I have given birth to my sweet rainbow princess, Avery Grace, since the death of Jacob in 2012. However, Jacob’s clothes weren’t needed for her. No, this time, I attempted to give the items so tenderly laundered and packed with care, to my nephew who is scheduled to arrive in September. Two years later, I wasn’t expecting this seemingly normal task would hurt very much. Trouble is, it did. This seeminly normal item on my to-do list was a huge task. I was face to face with all of the cute little onesies Jacob’s grandmother had bought him, and the sweet l