All parents have certain outfits that their children wore that they just can’t give away. They are too special, too full of a certain memory or time.
I find that these outfits are not an expensive Easter dress or what she wore when she first walked.
For instance, Mae had a cute pair of pajamas, given to us by a distant friend, but Jimmy named them her “strawberry Ninja” pajamas, and we loved them ever since. I cried when we packed those up.
Around this time last year, Mae started wearing her “little blossom” red jumper. It is a handmedown from her Aunt Kristen.
This outfit represents my full recovery from postpartum anxiety. It’s when I began to fully enjoy Mae. It holds so much sweetness and joy. When I see photos of Mae in it, I can smell her baby smell.