I wish I was noble enough to say that the reason I saved my very favorite clothes from Sam's childhood was to serve as hand-me downs to my future little boy babies. In all honesty, it wasn't. As Sam grew out of his little clothes that were so lovingly given as gifts or bought and horded the years we tried unsuccessfully to have a baby, I couldn't let them all go. I'd sort, and resort, and still end up with a little pile of clothes that held wonderful memories of Sam's babyhood. So when Joshua was born, I looked forward to having him wear some of the clothes that held so much love despite their tiny size.
Maybe it was the delirium of those first months of life, but seeing Joshua in some of Sam's little gowns and sleepers as a newborn was, well, anti-climatic. Don't get me wrong. I loved it. But even now, almost 18 month later, I haven't had a visceral reaction to a Sam hand-me-down like I would have expected.
I honestly don't remember if this little Gap oxford and sweater vest were a gift from my mom or a set I purchased in the months leading up to Sam's birth, but Joshua wore them to church today for the first time. I literally teared up as I buttoned the little shirt and pulled the sweater over his blond little head. It reminded me of some of the most precious memories of Sam at one of my very favorite of baby ages...18 months. Those little running feet, the first baby words, the point and grunt, and the spontaneous kisses.
Almost exactly 6 years later, Joshua is doing those exact same things. And looking just as handsome.