I love having items of clothing that pass down from kid to kid, especially when it is something that used to be Caden's, like this coat.
But sometimes it really hurts, too. Forgetting that Brennon had gone for a walk around the neighborhood, my heart restricted yesterday when I saw this coat, with similar comfy pants, walking towards our home. I gasped and pulled inward as if protecting myself from the pain I knew would come when reality hit that it couldn't be Caden, would never be Caden. I'm grateful my boys can wear things that once were his, but my mind did ask, "Why do we let them wear Caden's stuff again," too. Sometimes it is nice to have such reminders, but sometimes I question why we're passing down his stuff at all. I miss my Caden.
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