Onesie

The tiniest baby blue onesie I forgot I had. I pulled it out of a drawer to add to the pile of newborn clothes for the laundry. It was already clean, like the others, but something in me today told me I need to do the newborn pj washing now. That baby blue onesie, so simple, gave me pause. The Bambina must have worn it years ago, when she was the mini-est version of her curly-headed self: a non-talking, non-Wii-playing, non-artichoke-chomping, non-Macarena-dancing little baby.