This has been a long time coming - okay - so I'm 11 years behind on baby clothes.
I love children's clothing. It was my hobby (seriously) when they were little. Still is. Peter Pan collars on a holiday, sweet cardigan - that fills my heart with joy. I will always love classic, old-fashioned, beautiful clothes on my daughters. But really, I didn't need all of this. So one weekend in January this happened.
And I'll be honest. It was easy. Until the 8th hour in when I was ugly crying, sobbing in the middle of it all.
For the stages that I'll never have again.
For the little that I'd do anything to hold.
For life changes.
I had a good cry.
And then I cleaned it all up.
Kept some, gave some, donated the rest... all 32 bins that were packed to the brim!