During my fourth pregnancy I bought a dress, on clearance for a dollar. Because one always needs more baby dresses. I loved the dress and was planning on using it for spring earlier this year and bought 12m size. So many plans. Plans that changed. My parents saw it and questioned why I had it in the D.I. pile. I reasoned that it would fit during the wrong seasons. They replied that Alyson could still wear it in December. It was then packed away.
They saw it as just a dress. I saw so much more. I saw what I longed for, prayed for, and then lost. A painful reminder.
The dress eventually ended up hanging in the closet. Months it hung there, reminding me of other plans I had dreamed of. Until a couple of weeks ago I decided that Alyson was going to wear the dress and I would be okay. And I was.
Allie in the dress
The dress was thrown into the laundry and forgotten. While folding laundry I pulled it out of the basket expecting to feel the anxiety I always felt when touching the dress, but instead I immediately felt peace. It felt good. While folding the dress I noticed that it was not a 12m size, but an 18 month size (I had thought the dress was really big on her, but she is only eight months old). Tears came quickly. What an incredible tender mercy to receive. I may still get to use the dress during a spring like I had planned.
In other news, we have been busy enjoying the summer. Which is why it has been two months since my last post. We have enjoyed many trips to Hogle Zoo.
A skunk in our back yard.
And a trip to the Dinosaur Park with cousins.
So many other things are going on too. We are also working hard on finishing our basement.
