The picture on the side here is a scrap (photo edited not really cut!) of one of my favorite nightshirts. I bought this night shirt when I was pregnant with Charlie. My birthday was just a few days before he was born so I had a little spending money and decided that I would buy myself some new things to wear when in the hospital. I bought the above night shirt and a pajama set. (Hint – Pajamas sets are not comfy if you have a c-section!)

I love daisies and loved that bright and funky night shirt instantly. For the past five years it’s been a favorite, washed and worn, big and comfy. Problem is five years is a lot of wear and tear on an ole’ nightshirt and it is now looking very ratty with some holes in it. I have plenty of nicer and newer night shirts now and know it’s time to retire this one but I just can not bring myself to put it in our donation box.

And then I realized why….. It isn’t “just” a night shirt to me. Memories of Charlie are wrapped up in that night shirt. I’m wearing it in many of the pictures from the hospital. I had it on when I mothered him, the times I really felt like his mother in the hospital, caring for him, singing to him, feeding him, and all the other motherly things I was able to do while in the hospital. I practically lived in it in those first few weeks after his placement. It was comforting and subconsciously it reminded me of Charlie. As silly as it may sound, I can’t part with it, so instead of the donation box, it’s going up in the closest in my “Charlie box” with other momentous from his birth.