Mine

This denim jumper was mine. How cool that one morning I woke up to the sound of my daughter ready to start a new day, got her out of her crib, changed her diaper, talked gibberish to the babbling babe, and dressed her in this adorable Madewell jumper, just like my mom did one day many years ago. When I think about the one who made me a mom, I sure do miss my own. Thanks, Marf and GrAnne for saving a piece of history so I could feel my mom so easily on a day that I could really use her.

 

 

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