What Goes Around Comes Around

Last year, I sported one of MacDad's sweatshirts. The green hoodie, he informed me, had been around since his high school days. At that time, he said, he couldn't have imagined his pregnant wife wearing it.

We have a blanket in our living room I purchased on a whim several years ago at a Pier 1 outlet. The soft, fuzzy and deeply discounted addition is now one of MacBaby's favorites. If you had told me when I bought it that my future six-month-old son would love to languish on it, I would have given you a big eye roll, accompanied by a "whatever."

It's so strange the things we have in our lives that take on new significance as our family grows. I wonder if there's a twinkle in my eye that will some day get a kick out of a rug that we have yet to purchase or a soft sweater we have yet to wear.