I fingered the collar speculatively and eyed my 3 month old Selah.
The collared top was adorable with it's barley-pink paisley, pleated cap sleeves, and lace edging. (Seriously?? A year ago I would have told you paisley and pleated cap sleeves with lace edging is so old school--and here I am trying desperately to fit it on my own daughter. What makes 19th century frocks suddenly irresistible when then go on babies? But I digress....)
The buttons on the back were the perfect shade, blending in with the paisley. The empire waist (Wow...even more pleates.) had a line of small pink stitching over it. The best part was the matching embroidery on the corderoy pants. (Yes, I just said "corderoy" with a straight face.) The matching flowers were delicately embroidered (plastered) on the front of one of the legs and on one of the rear pockets. It was rediculously adorable.
I eyed her again. She looked back at me and grinned. She apparently knew nothing of the severity of the predicament I was in.
Here I was, completely conflicted over the paradox of how the silliest things look so adorable on her... when I suddenly realized that IT DIDN'T FIT HER ANYMORE. What in the world! She grew last night. And now my beautiful pleates and corderoys won't fit! I rummaged through all her drawers pulling out laced item after embroidered item and nothing with "NB" fit her anymore!
Panic set in. Am I ready for her to drive yet? How did she get old enough for a boyfriend? Have we set aside enough for college? I stared at her wide-eyed. She grinned.
I slowly pulled out a 3 month old outfit and put it on her. It was jersey material with horizontal stripes--noticably more of this century. And I gathered my thoughts. Well, I knew she was going to grow up someday. It's a good thing. I'll just box up all her newborn clothes and put them away. Wait...I might still be able to fit that white lace Amish bonnet on her....