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This past weekend I went into what would've been my son's room and I took out the bags of clothes that I had set aside for him. Some new outfits, many from my other boys. I got out the bags and started sorting the sizes newborn, 0-3 months, 3-6 months, 9-12 months, 18-24 months. To my surprise, in one of those bags was a shirt that I intended my 2nd son to wear upon meeting his baby brother in the hospital. That day never came and I had forgotten about that shirt. I was going to buy the same shirt, a larger size for my oldest son when I picked up the *** pump. That day never came either. Well, I got out the shirt, washed it up, and put my 2nd son in it. I just had to. When he's older, I can tell him the story of his baby brother Naethyn, but until then, he'll always be a big brother in my heart. The boxes are all packed away nice and neat in the closet. I'm hanging on to them for now. Who knows? I might be able to use them again in the future . . .?