Cleaning Out the Closet

The title of this post is both literal and metaphorical.  Deep huh?  So, We are officially one week away from listing the house and have done nothing else to prepare.  Not our fault (totally) because the week was busy and this weekend was beyond busy.  I'm tired just remembering it.  Friday night - birthday party for my nephew Jared and the boys spent the night with Amanda and the cousins.  Saturday afternoon/night - waitstaff/kitchen staff for an auction dinner and we worked our tails off!  Let's just say I won't be quitting my job anytime soon to work in the restaurant industry!  But I digress.  

So, after another busy day - church, lunch, and grocery shopping, it was time to get something ready to prep for our next meeting with the realtor.  Up first - cleaning out the closets, namely the boys'.  Sounds easy right?  Well, sort of.  See, we've been holding onto quite a bit of the baby clothes.  Why?  Who knows?  We have gone through them before actually, every time we cycle out the boys' clothes.  In doing so several times we have managed to work our way down to 6 large tubs.  Yes, I know it sounds like a lot, and it is.  But considering the fact that we have gone through it all at least 3 times prior to this, that's pretty good.  Well, anyway, We decided to finally get rid of it all.  Realistically we probably won't ever need them again.  We are not planning on having any more biological children and when we adopt, it will be a girl.  If we ever do change our mind and have another boy, or adopt one, we will be in the financial place to buy new (thanks to Dave Ramsey & Amy).  So, rather than move it all we decided that the move was the perfect catalyst to finally say goodbye.  We are giving it all to a friend who works at TLCC and just had a little boy, so that made it way easier.  But it was still hard.  Little onesies, outfits, socks, bibs, rompers, blankets.  It brought back a lot of memories, and I'll admit I teared up a bit (ok a lot).  We did save 1 tub of stuff, the most special items that were made especially for the boys or our favorite outfits, the rest we parted with.  When all was said and done we had 8, yes 8, bags of clothes to give away.

This was something we had been planning on doing, and something I was somewhat dreading.  It meant admitting that the boys were just that, boys.  No longer our little babies.  It also meant finally admitting that we were not going to (at least plan to) have any more children.  We are fully committed to the adoption, and I look forward to it each and every day, but this was saying goodbye to a chapter of our lives.  Then again, it was all about starting a new one.  Namely moving and the adoption.  So in that aspect it was also kind of exciting.  But, all is said and done now.  Tomorrow we give the clothes away to a friend with best wishes that they might bring special memories to someone else the way they did for us.  

All is well, packing up and moving on, in Drosche Land.