There were strollers, outgrown, circulated till a wheel fell off. Anna’s infant RockaRoo went to Francesca then to Sophia who gave it back to Anna when she had the twins. Travel cribs traveled between homes and the green vest Sophia knitted for Ming’s first was worn by all the next babies. Onesies, drawstring gowns, snap-legged overalls, snowsuits, sweatpants, jeans, t-shirts, jumpers, all sorted, washed, boxed then sent on till they were sorted, washed, boxed and sent again. Pj’s worn to that silkiest perfection, then worn wholly through, reluctantly tossed. A blue dress with applique lilacs was the favorite of each girl and who knew where the velvet blazer came from, but it did the job for more than one holiday concert. Even this year, a photograph of Francesca’s youngest in Prague, handsome in that hand-me-down wool pea coat. Sophia hit reply all: Our last? No! Well, fits yours better than it ever did mine. Copyright © 2015 by Victoria Redel. Used with permission of the author. |
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