A Clothesline Journey

 3 summers ago, I was hanging up newly washed maternity clothes, while dreaming of all things baby. It was hot and the heat multiplied my morning sickness (all day sickness) by 40...but I loved it. 2 summers ago, I was hanging up sweet little infant clothes, while a tiny (probably less than 10lbs) 6 month old Gracie sat in her stroller...content on hearing her momma talk to her as I hung her bibs and such. Today, a bright and happy 2 year old giggled as she handed me the clothespins to hang her favorite elephant pajamas. She called out who each piece of clothing belonged to, and yelled out, "EWW gross" when seeing "Iggy's" underpants. lol So thankful for the clothesline journey of our life. Hanging each piece makes me really ponder the blessings I have been given.