My grandniece who’s expecting a second baby (another son) wrote the following message in Facebook. I converted what she posted into the above poem. I’m hoping the poem did justice to her feelings. “Sorting through Max’s old baby clothes made me tear up. I can’t believe he was once that small—fitting into those tiny onesies and little socks. It feels like just yesterday I was dressing him in them, and now his little brother will be wearing the same outfits. Time is moving so fast, and it’s both beautiful and bittersweet.”
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