After Caleb died I kept the last outfit he wore laying on his bed for months so I could smell it every morning and remember his sweet baby lotion scent. When it lost it's Caleb smell, I tucked that outfit into a treasure box but couldn't bring myself to go through the rest of his clothing. Every time I opened those dresser drawers I couldn't breathe.
I've thought about boxing up his outfits and saving them forever. I've thought about cutting them up and making them into a quilt. But nothing has felt quite right so I have just left them tucked in his dresser.
The other day, 8 months after Caleb passed away, I opened those drawers. I removed a few of his shirts and held them against my chest and cried. As I went to return them back to their place, I realized Caleb's clothes were now Mitchell's size. I called Mitchell and asked if he would like to try them on. He was over joyed! They fit him perfectly and helped him to feel close to Caleb.
Seeing Caleb's clothes on Mitchell felt just right. All of my boys pass their clothes on to one another, and seeing Caleb have one more chance to give his hand me downs to Mitchell melted my heart.
As I watched Mitchell try on outfit after outfit...
As I watched Mitchell try on outfit after outfit...
I could breathe.







