Six

That's how many large garbage bags we filled yesterday with Leah's "old" things. Stuffed animals, baby toys, booster highchair, sippy cups, tiny plates + utensils, bibs, baby blankets, crib + toddler bed sheets... All these things she once used intimately, but never will again.

And this morning we gave them away, along with many other bags of our own clothes + household items.

A bittersweet experience, getting rid of all that stuff. Because it's just stuff, on one hand... but also a whole host of sweet baby memories we can no longer hold in our hands. (Of course I kept the important things, like the tiny outfit + blanket she was wrapped in coming home from the hospital.)

It's funny... I'm not sad because we'll never have another baby. I'm sad because we'll never have a baby Leah again. Which is actually pretty great.

Now we can see our way to the back of our attic - to the boxes we forgot to unpack when we moved in 3.5 years ago. I wonder if we need any of those things?