Jon and I were shopping around in the Plaza District and we ended up in a store that carries some handmade items. At the time we were trying really hard to have a baby with no luck at all, and were on the cusp of our infertility journey. As we were shopping I spotted the sweetest little crocheted purple and white hat, and the second I laid eyes on it I knew I had to have it. Feeling a bit silly, I splurged on this sweet little gift for the future baby we didn’t even know if we would have. I went home that day (we were living with my parents at the time) and tucked the brown paper bag away, knowing that if I looked at it everyday it would just make me sad. A matter of months later we finally moved into our new house, and I found a special place on my closet shelf. Oftentimes I would glimpse the edge of the bag as I was hanging up clothes or debating over what to wear to work, and I’d feel a tinge of sadness, but also a surge of hope.
After many months of waiting and uncertainty, a long pregnancy complete with bedrest at home, time in the hospital, 17 days in the NICU and a glorious 4 months with my sweet baby girl, I finally got to fish the little hat out of my closet and plop it on her perfect little head.