Today I packed up a huge bag of clothes that Jamie has grown out of for Sarianne to sell. Each little onesie and sock that I folded and packed into that bag felt like a tiny piece of my now ever-so-tender mom heart that I was seeing for the last time. I know I'm a drama queen and I admit that it was a little ridiculous that I had to fight tears in the grocery store the first time I bought cereal for Jamie, but I'm talking about legitimate sorrow here and if you can't be bothered to feel sorry for me for at least as long as it is going to take to read this run-on sentence, then you can take your business elsewhere. Just kidding. Please don't. But really, this is a lot harder than I expected.
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