….Can a leak in the roof be serendipitous? Normally, I would answer ‘no,’ however, in this case, I am starting to think that my recent one was lucky. A few weeks ago, the snow came melting through the crawl space above my office closet which required me emptying the contents from the top of the closet onto the couch where it still remains because the leak has only been temporarily fixed. I have been crawling out of my skin with how messy my office has become and heading to Starbucks with greater regularity, but then early this morning, I decided to sift through some of the stuff.
There it was in the great big pile of crap….My memory box for my first-born. Complete with the outfit he wore home from the hospital and to his bris and a little envelope with locks of his hair. I cannot believe that the sleepy-eyed 5’3” preteen who just left for school with the faintest hairline forming above his upper lip wore that little blue plush DKNY onesie. I loved that outfit with the soft feel and ribbon closure. An indulgence that I would only be able to partake in for a few years, dressing my adorable little baby boy in what I wanted, I am glad I took advantage. A drastic difference between the soft layette which my mom and I carefully hand-picked each item washing each one in Dreft for my baby boy’s sensitive skin. Now, my laundry room is filled with Hanes undershirts and basketball jerseys and boxer briefs that need something way stronger than Dreft.