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.
5 comments:
I can see why you loved it. It's precious! Thinking of you...
Very, very adorable - the outfit and the bebe.
I admire you for having the type of open heart that lets you do this, something which is so, so bittersweet, but at which you still have the ability to appreciate.
It is beautiful, and you are very brave.
It does have something smile-inducing about it. Sorry you didn't get to pass it down after Thomas wore it.
I am glad, though, you got to see a cuddly baby in the MOO.
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