|Ian somehow carrying both Mona and Quinn on his back in 2007|
|Ellora, Aden, Mona, and Quinn, ready to hunt for eggs|
....and again in New York the following Easter.
|Aden, Mona, Ellora, and Quinn|
We kept saying that he'd grow into it, but I don't know how much we really believed that at the time. He was still small enough to fall asleep on his dad's shoulders.
I'm pretty good about passing along clothes to Goodwill that no longer fit. I set aside certain shirts or dresses that have sentimental value that I think my kids might want to pass along to their own kids should they have them in the future. But I hesitated about this coat. It would have utility to someone else and didn't seem like the kind of thing you would pass on to your own child one day (unlike the shirts with the hand-painted stencils by my mom).
I wouldn't have thought anything of giving it away when Quinn first outgrew it. But something about seeing it out of the blue--that little bit of his past self to hold in my hands again.... That threw me for an emotional loop I wasn't expecting. My little guy.
Who's not so little anymore.
There are moments I want to go and get it back. But I realize what I really want back are moments with Quinn as a baby. And there's nowhere I can go for that.