This weekend I went to my mother's house and sorted baby clothes. I put them all into sizes so that when the baby comes, I can just reach in, get the right pile, wash them, and be done with it. I also put all of Ryan's baby stuff in the chest as well. It was kind of neat to look at all his stuff again, but it made me miss his baby days. He is just growing up so fast. I love that little boy so much; the question pops into my head again, "Can I possibly love another child as much as I love my Ryan?". I am sure that I can . . . it just does not seem possible right now.