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I felt sad. Somedays I found myself upstairs running my hands along Brian’s high chair and crib, fingering the tiny shirts and pants and shoes I’d packed away. I couldn’t live like this, a knot in my stomach every time I thought of not having another child. As long as these baby things remained in our house, I would always be holding out hope that one day we could have another baby. There was only one thing to do — sell everything.

So while Brian took his afternoon naps, Laura and I priced things for the sale. I decided on a few things to keep: the little checked sunsuit he’d worn the first day Bob and I saw him, a stuffed animal, the first honey-colored curl I cut from his head when he was nearly two. Things a mother would do.