The task I've been avoiding

Everyone has that one "special area" in their house that becomes a magical, Mary Poppins-esque catch-all spot. I wish there was just one in my apartment (especially since we have only lived here for six months), but alas, there are about five. Most of them will be ignored til we move back to the states, but one area has reached its full capacity, and that one area is Micah's closet. Oh, no! Micah's closet? Do I really have to pack up the clothes that no longer fit? Already? Wasn't she born yesterday?

I organized. I teared up. I bagged up size newborn, three months, and so on, and it just got harder... What is my deal?Memories of the past eight months flooded my mind and heart, and I didn't expect it. I thought it was going to be a quick and easy task, but I was clearly wrong. 

I guess it just means I love this little chatty, mobile bundle more than I can express, and I am grateful that I get to spend each day making memories with her. 

Next time the closet calls, I'll know what to expect. I'm sure I'll cry again... And again... And again. I'm sure this is just the beginning, but I'll embrace each new Mommy moment as it comes.