Six Words

The question on everyone's mind recently is how I've been able to handle the birth of two nieces and another sister-in-law has announced that she's pregnant with her third.

I'm actually happy because right now we have 16 nieces and nephews, 17 will be even more fun. It won't end there either because I have one brother who still isn't married and so does Kevin. :)

Kevin and I kept a baby box of treasures and things, we gave Jane several of those gifts.

We gave Madeline the crib that our baby would have slept in.

How did I feel about that you might ask?

It felt like these six words in the story below by Ernest Hemingway.

It may be a legend but it goes somewhat like this. Ernest Hemingway was in a pub with some friends one night. Hemingway bragged that he could write a captivating story-- with a beginning, middle, and end--in only six words. 

Many doubted that he could do it and they each bet $10 against Hemingway.

He quickly scribbled six words on a napkin and passed it around. Everyone who read the napkin knew  he had won the bet.

The six words:

For sale.

Baby shoes.

Never worn.

That's how I feel. I decided to give my favorite baby things up because it was too painful to look at. Now I look at them with JOY because a living baby gets to use them. My nieces and nephews are very special to Kevin and I, we can't help but spoil them.

It really puts my heart at ease to see cute baby sheets on the crib.

It'll do me even more good in a few months when Madeline starts sleeping in it.
I'm so happy that I don't have to look at an empty crib.

The harsh memory is erased and replaced by a beautiful one.

I'll have to get a picture of it soon.

We love these baby girls.
They bring me JOY!

Little girls are made of sugar and spice, and everything nice.

xoxo