I'm down to the last batch of baby clothes my big girls wore that will be handed down to Anna Gray. I don't know if it's because it's been so long since one of my sweet little girls has worn these things, or it's because I know it's the last time one of my sweet little girls will wear them, or if it's because it's another way that connects them as SISTERS. But it just makes my heart swell..
There's nothing particularly special about this dress, but definitely something special about the pics I have of Layla wearing it.
She had just turned two. We went to church with my grandparents every Sunday. She was picking apples from their apple tree and I took pictures of them for their anniversary. Treasured pictures, all of them.
The same picture my grandfather now has posted outside of his room at his assisted living facility.
Her little round cheeks, pink puckered lips, chubby little arms, and long blonde hair.
Sound familiar?
I just love it.
I love the memories etched in my mind that happen to involve this dress.
And I love this.
Anna Gray, running and playing with a ball.
How long we waited and worked and prayed for her to RUN and PLAY with a ball!
And knowing that she almost didn't get the chance to do that.
Special, indeed.
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