The post office and Halloween tears

I had to get to the PO today. I had been putting it off for a little while because of our little trip we had to make to NW Arkansas over the long weekend and everybody feeling a little run down when we got back. I had to mail off some pretty little prayers beads won in Sophee's Trisomy Auction and so they are on their way to Alabama right now. That doesn't sound too terrible does it? Here's where the tears come in. When I first found out I was pregnant with Christian in Sept of 2005 I went out and bought cute little Halloween outfits for the following year. Little 3-month outfits that he could wear for Halloween and the days preceding. Well I've been toting these outfits around from place to place for the last 6 years. Let's see, we have moved 4 times since I lost him. They just keep getting packed up. Well I came across them again last week and decided it was time to let them get used for what they were intended for not to be a place taker in a box with other Halloween stuff. I have a friend in VA that recently had a baby and she recently had 2 grand-babies as well. Yes, I'm at that age where friends are old enough to have grown children but not too old to have their own still. I found a box and folded them gently and placed them in. The box was one that had been used in the move and had writing on the front. I didn't want to have to try to cover up all the writing so I figured a needed a new box. I put the old box on the floor and began to cry. My hubby asked if I was crying over a box. I said No, about what's in the box. I thought it would be easier to let them go. So I decided to just pay the extra money for the flat rate box at the PO and send them that way. We get to the PO and the prices on the flat rate boxes had gone up uh $3! I was ticked, I did not plan on spending that much. So the tears came again. Hubby looked at me and said just use the flat rate box and don't worry about the extra money. You see, he knew if those outfits came back home with me to find another box, then they would not be leaving again. He folded the box for me and I put them in and he sealed it up. It was done. I have to say, I'm still regretting it just a tad. Even now, I have tears for those outfits. There was no reason for me to keep them but somehow they kept me connected to Christian. I took a couple of really bad pics with the camera phone before we left so at least I can remember what they look like, forever!