Organizing Landon's clothes usually makes me sad. Having to sort through all the old ones, the ones that are too small, makes me frown a little and even want to say (with an Austin Powers accent) "tear".

I usually think about what a big boy he's becoming. How my baby, my precious boy is just growing up far too fast.

But not today.

Today I was excited. Today I felt God was with me with me. Right there, in Landon's very room. Today, I had a smile on my face going through "my baby's" too-small outfits.

Today I realized, our second son will wear these clothes.

I'm getting so choked up as I write this. What a blessing, an absolute blessing it will be to have him home here with the rest of the fam. We don't know him, or anything about him. We think we know his nationality. But there's many things we don't know: his age, what he looks like, what his bio parents are like, what part of the country he's from, what his experiences have been (and is he even born yet??).

Today I was okay, even happy, with organizing Landon's clothes. Today I thought about what my second son, our third child, will look like in those clothes.