I loved this outfit. I remember the day My Beloved and I bought it.
I was physically incapable of avoiding the baby section of any store while I was pregnant with Thomas. I can't even fathom the number of hours I spent wandering through racks of impossibly tiny clothes, touching their softness, holding them up, choosing between them. Smiling.
We bought the MOO outfit at Old Navy. I fell in love with it instantly and knew it absolutely had to be Thomas'.
I'm sure I'm not the only pregnant woman to stand in front of her unborn child's closet staring at all the little sleepers, sweaters and leggings, dreaming of the day her baby would wear them.
The MOO outfit was, for some reason, one of the ones I just couldn't wait to put on Thomas. I could so vividly imagine how cuddly he'd feel in the little velour pants and how cute the funny little cow top would make him.
We all know how the story ends. Another little boy wore the MOO outfit instead.
But you know what? I still love it. And I'm eternally grateful that I've finally been able to see a cuddly baby boy wearing it.