Two years ago, when we were still trying to get pregnant, I had to run into a Walgreen’s on my lunch break to buy a box of ovulation predictor kits. (Which can we talk about how criminally expensive those things are? I shudder to think of the amount of money I spent on things I ultimately peed on.)
While I was there, they had a stack of “clever sayings” onesies by the registers. I guess because we were still not even a year in, I was feeling optimistic, so I picked one up and bought it.
A few months later, when we found out that we were (briefly) pregnant, I folded it up and laid it on Aaron’s pillow. A little red onesie that read “My Dad Rocks.”
It seemed impossibly tiny to me at the time; what kind of little creature could even fit in it?
And though that sweet baby wasn’t meant for the here and now, another sweet baby found his way to us.
And it fits him perfectly.
Adorable. I absolutely love it. & the story behind it all!
I love that story too, and guess what! Jagger had the same onesie and from Walgreens!! Ha!
Really? Oh I love that!
<3 so sweet.
What a cool shirt for a cool baby.
I so admire your faith, and how it gives you trust in the future. That onesie story is a perfect illustration of the everyday bravery and hope you lived.
How adorable. Love.
That is beautiful… evidence of things not then seen, yes? What a perfect expression of your faith.
I love this. It made me all sniffly and happy.