Emotional Washing Machine

Baby’s personality is growing so much that it’s rubbing off on her clothes. When I put them through the wash I can see her adorable little self and feel her miraculous presence. I love a lot of the things she wears, but when I saw her green army pants near the washing machine tonight the pull on my heartstrings was just about all I could take. Her little socks are getting gray on the bottom (even after washing) from all the time she spends on her feet.

The baby perfume smell they put in baby detergent is pretty powerful, in terms of how much it smells like domestic order and safety and hope. It will be sad not to use it when baby is too old to call a baby anymore.