Just when I had been thinking, "geesh, I really do need a new t-shirt or two since my two from the summer are pretty battered, tattered, and somewhat stained and some long sleeve shirts might be a good thing to have with this ever-increasing chill"...just as I was thinking it and voila...I arrived home yesterday to a bag of women's tops shoved between my two doors.
And they all fit perfectly.
Nearing mid-summer when our son had grown to the point that his pants, with their massive holes out of the knee area, looked similar to metrosexual capris (not so popular in rural areas, I must add) I began dreading the idea of pouring out cash for new apparel. Due to endless pass-on-clothing blessings from many friends, family, and strangers, there may have been two pieces of clothing that we have ever purchased for our son. However, at this stage and age, hand-me-downs prove harder to obtain. We didn't have to hit the secondhand shops, Value Village or those (breathless gasp) consumerist traps called malls. Two garbage bags, laden with pants, long sleeve shirts, sweatshirts and hoodies in his size, anonymously arrived, again, at our doorstep.
Wow. How can we not sing praise for the endless, everyday miracles?
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