I bought it a year before he was even conceived at a street fair in New York City.
I have kept it even after he was born and I knew I would never again carry a child.
I have caught myself looking at it more and more lately.
It is a symbol of the hopes and dreams I had.
There are new hopes and dreams.
Someday we may have a little girl in our life who wears the cute blue striped appliqued dress.
As the time draws nearer for us to begin our foster classes (3 months and counting), I find myself growing nervous and anxious.
Wondering about the future.
I wonder if anyone (who I can say is mine) will wear that dress.
What is in the back of your closet... what dreams are you still holding onto???
