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This afternoon I sat on my couch, buried in a pile of laundry, with one of my new favorite shows on... the show is about singers auditioning on a huge stage, hoping to "live their dream"...
As I lifted a GIANT pair of footy-pajamas, and began to fold them, I was taken back to a sweet moment over 4 years ago:
I think I wasn't even pregnant with Jonathan yet, when someone gave Josh & I a box of baby boy clothes. The family was done having babies and wanted to pass the clothes on (little did we know that we'd have two boys in a row!). Josh and I sat on the couch and lifted each little onesie out of the box, to pick out the ones we thought we'd use someday. It felt strange to hold baby clothes, unfamiliar, but with this tingling sense of wonder... and lots of thoughts of "someday!".  I remember holding a tiny, blue, footied sleeper up in the air, and being able to almost imagine the tiny body that would someday fill it.
Back to that show I was watching: The footie pj's I fold now aren't tiny or pastel, they are the biggest size Costco sells, and covered in "rock guitars" and basketballs, and now I KNOW the little bodies that fill them! And boy, am I living MY dream :)
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