I kept two baby bottles, one boy, one girl.
They now live in the Rubbermaid tub marked ‘Dolls’. It’s all the little clothes I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of. I’m saving it so I have something to play with in the nursing home, something to hold and sing to and look at when I’m sad and no one else is around.
Don’t judge. Stranger things have happened.
He’s three years old today.
Still sweet and perfect as ever.