Among my favorite photos of my sons are three separate pictures when they were babies. They are lined up in a small frame that holds the images of each of the three dressed in the same navy blue suit, evidence of the way we passed down clothing from boy to boy. These two photos will join those as pictures that make me happier every single time I look at them. Eleven years ago, our granddaughter Skye wore a sweet dress that I had given her, and smiled sunshine into my heart. The dress has been passed down through 2 more granddaughters (I am still looking to see if we have any pictures where they wear the dress) - and now, Nora is wearing the same dress and gracing us with her own happy smiles. She wore the dress recently on the day we celebrated Joe's 77th birthday. Skye is now almost as tall as I am, and loves her baby cousin. When I saw the two of them smiling at each other while the one who wore the dress first cradled the one it now fits while she fed her, there was a lump in my throat and a few happy tears. Shared dresses don't tell the story, but they do help remind us of shared joy and love passed on and on. Family hand me downs!
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