A couple of weekends ago, Steve's parents stopped by for a brief visit on their way through town. They left what I have come to call the "Box of Treasures." I went through it after they left and each item was better than the last, leaving me in tears by the end of it all. It was a collection of Steve's clothes from when he was little, a baby blanket hand-knit by (we assume) his grandmother, and some adorable hand-sewn outfits.
There are two of these adorable little vintage cotton and rubber diaper covers. What a progressive message for the era, no? The second one says "If lost, return to Grandma."
It's supposed to be colder this week (we had frost last night!), so I have to get him in this little sweatshirt ASAP. And the Loan Ranger flannel PJ's? To die for. But the piece de resistance...
...these rompers, hand-sewn by Silas' great-grandmother. I simply can not get over how cute they are and as soon as we're in the heat of summer, he will be wearing them every day. Seriously. In all of these homemade things, I can't help but think of the loving hands who made them. As I told Steve's parents, these are precious things. They join us to our past and our personal histories. All of Steve's grandparents and his biological mother passed away before Silas or I could meet them. As silly as it may seem, these things provide a connection to them. A tangible link across time and space and a way to attach Silas, in some small way, to these people whom he will never meet, but whose love can be felt none-the-less.