sorting and sorting

Jer and I were talking about all of the bins we have out in the garage. We decided we need to sort through them for a yard sale and to give to ARC. I have finally hit the huge pile of Brooklyn's and Mason's baby clothes. We probably have 6 bins full of clothes. I thought I'd go through them and pick out the clothes that were either too stained or too beat up to sell. The only problem is, every single piece has a memory with it. Spit up stains and all. It was all I could bare to pick even one thing out. Usually it was a onesie that maybe I didn't get around to putting on my kids. Isn't that horrible? I am getting even more excited about the new baby since going through some of these baby clothes. Girl or Boy, it doesn't matter. What a precious gift. I feel so lucky.