I'm throwing out an old mini diaper bag. It's one Bill had carried in his car for emergencies. I found it in the garage from the last time he'd cleaned his Xterra out. Still packed with size 6 pullups and size 4 clothes for Becca.
The "baby snoopy" theme on the bag brings back memories - of a time of wonder being pregnant with Joey. After 4 years of infertility, it was amazing to think we were actually going to have a baby. I liked the baby snoopy items because it was blue for a boy, and because our dog Crocket was a beagle. It was the first 'theme' I saw and liked and gosh that decision was the easy part :-)
When I was looking at the bag today, and the picture, I thought, was that time real? After the hard years of infertility, and before the hard realities of real parenthood - Joey's gag reflex and constant throwing up, Down syndrome, hearing loss.