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I have a good cry every time I change out Preslie's clothes with the seasons.

Silly, huh?

I can't seem to help it. I don't think I even put her newborn clothes away til she was almost 7 months old...and that's just because Christmas was coming and I absolutely HAD to have the room for all the new things that I knew that she was receiving!

I am such a sap. ;)

I don't really know why. Okay, that's not totally true...some of it's probably that pitiful infertile girl who lives in me who worries and wonders if I'll ever have a reason to take them out again. Some of it's probably the sentimental sap who remembers the good times that were had while wearing 'this' little dress...or the first time we went to visit my grandparents and she was wearing 'that' little outfit...or our first play date when she wore 'this' shirt and got it soooo dirty because she was having such a good time. Some of it's probably the mama in me who can't believe how fast my little girl is growing.

And if the truth be told, some of it probably has something to do with how overwhelming the task is...and because I'm not always ready for the crying session that comes with it. ;)

What a wienie! :D

So since the weather has cooled and Christmas is once again right around the corner, I cleaned out Preslie's closet yesterday while she napped. (Can I just interject something here? I am quite thankful for walk-in closets. :D) Then, last night after she was asleep, I sat down with a mug of hot chocolate and 3 (yes, three) laundry baskets that were overflowing with clothes and went through them all. I sorted, folded, packed and remembered. Remembered when she was too small to wear this...and how quickly she outgrew that. And cried. And cried. And cried.

And prayed.

I prayed that I would have another chance to use all the precious things that Preslie has for her future little sister (or brother...but he's gonna look awfully funny in pink ruffles. ;p). I prayed that I wouldn't take for granted any of the memories and good times we've had while wearing this outfit or that dress...and that those memories would be brought to the forefront of my mind when times aren't so good. I prayed for all those who gave her the things that she has, as I don't think that Mike and I have really had to buy anything for her, well, ever...her grandparents and great-grandparents and aunt and other family and friends always beat us to it and bless our socks off with their gifts. I prayed for my sweet girl, that she would always be as loved and cared for as she is now and that she would never want for anything that she truly needs.

As silly as it sounds, sorting through socks and packing away pajamas is a special time for me...a reminder of how great and perfect and precious my little miracle is and how blessed we are to have her...and how blessed she is to have so many, well, blessings both in her closet and in her life.

Thank heavens there are only 4 seasons in the year, though. I don't think my tear ducts could handle it any more often. ;)