I am digging through boxes of outgrown little boy clothes trying to sort and organize. I am very proud of myself because while going through six bins, I only pulled out three things that I couldn't bear to set on the table. Big steps for this sentimental Mama. In the bottom of one of the boxes I found these socks and I quickly threw them into another bin that I had stuff in selling for a quarter. It only took about thirty seconds before I was digging them back out of the quarter box. These were Evan's socks. His dino socks. His trucky socks. The kite socks that he wore on his first birthday. If you know Evan at all, you know his love affair with a fancy sock. The boy has a love for socks like none other and I dare say that this might be where that love started.
I don't know if the elastic will last, but I am keeping these socks. They are going into the bin with the other treasures that I can't part with. Maybe someday I can gift them to his wife at her baby shower and a new generation of sock love can begin. Maybe she will think I am insane and toss them right into her own garage sale or the trash if they are disintegrating elastic-less messes.
I wish I could get on here and post more. I have had so much I want to write about, but I just don't have the time. I think after this week things will start to slow down a bit - it honestly seems like I say that to myself every week. But for now, garage sale duty calls. I have two bins of Hailey's baby clothes that I need to go through. Lord give me strength - I could barely peek in the box without memories and longing for little baby days rushing through me. Those bins may have to wait another year...
Day to day musings about my life as a mother of three kids. Spencer, my oldest is fourteen. Evan, my second son and middle child is twelve. My little girl, Hailey is nine years old. I started this blog shortly after my oldest turned six and the other two were "under" - hence the name.
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