Garage Sale Baby Blues

The city-wide garage sale is only two weeks away. You know, the one time a year that everyone goes through their house to find clothes that don't fit, toys that don't get played with anymore, gifts they received that just weren't their taste. You know, one person's "trash" is another person's "treasure."

Over the weekend I went through the boy's and Soria's drawers and closets yet again to find what they had outgrown. Jeans, t-shirts, shorts and socks and shoes. When we had filled yet another box and brought it down to the dining room table to join the multiple others, I realized we aren't anywhere physically close to ready for this garage sale. And for me, well I'm not emotionally ready for this garage sale.

Everyone who knows me can attest to the fact that I am a highly emotional person. I wear my heart on my sleeve and cry easily. It really hit me when gathering the last of Soria's too-small onesies that I "missed" the last time she wore her Batgirl onesie. I "missed" the last time she wore her TMNT onesie. When you've decided your last baby will be your last baby, the "lasts" seem to outnumber the "firsts" and yet it doesn't hit you until you're too late. Would I have taken one last picture of her wearing them? Would I have cuddled Nolan a little more the last time he wore his footie pajamas? Or played catch with Christian with his first baseball glove one more time. Maybe not, but all these things...they remind me how fast time is passing. The funny thing about "lasts" is that you don't realize at the time that they are one. Justin asked me the other day how old the boys would have to be before they could mow the lawn. I told him 15 and he laughed. And I cried. I can't picture them being old enough to do such things, let alone being too old to wear a onesie! I honestly wish they would all just stay this little forever :)

So now diaper boxes that once held Pampers are filled to the brim and overflowing with years of clothes worm by our babies. Clothes that we have to sort through and decide what we can part with and what I can't ;) I realize it's the memories that I'm holding onto and not the physical items, but well, some things just make my heart hurt too much to part with. Babies. Just typing the word almost makes me cry. Our babies are already seven, almost 6 and almost two. Surely it can't be possible :(

Deep breath. Another deep breath. It's just a garage sale...