I hugged his jacket 

I hugged his jacket 

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I hugged my first piece of clothing today.
I was doing laundry and somehow one of Bo’s old fleece jackets was in the dryer. I noticed how small it was and read the tag, it said 18-24 months. I reached for the goodwill bin where I toss all of our too small clothes and stopped short. 
I took that worn in, grey jacket and pulled it close to my body. I hugged that thing and felt the butterflies in my stomach and the warmth of my heart spread every where else. I hugged that coat for several minutes. Just the way I hugged clothing while expecting each of my first three children to arrive and be in my arms. My boy might be 18-24 months when he comes home to us. It’s the age range I’m hoping for. I know it’s up to God, but I do still hope and pray.
I already feel protective and long for our children in Haiti to be with us.
And this, is just the beginning of the wait.

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