Retail therapy

Retail therapy. Everyone talks about it and quite frankly, I used to like indulging in the habit myself. Until the last two months. Part of me is glad that I had prepared to be in the house this winter, but for such different reasons. What I would give to have those reasons here with me...to hear my baby fussing, to hold my sweet Harrison. Anyway, I had to go shopping. I feel like I can skip Thanksgiving, but Christmas is probably not going to go away. And pictures have new meaning in our life...Christmas cards should be sent out...pictures of my children on earth. Back to my shopping trip. There were no navy sweaters for Gavyn, but there were plenty of outfits for Harrison. I tried to walk in to a store, head down, and spot only the big boy section, but then those retail places always section off the boy and girl sections. I look up and there are the sweet little outfits I had deemed on September 12 as too expensive and now they're on sale! Now, the bargain shopper I am, actually checked to see if they had a 6 month size. And then I remembered, cruelly, that I didn't have a baby, that poor Harrison was in Heaven, that I can't dress him up. Once again, a trip to the mall that ended painfully. Who would have known?

I think I will shop online.

Shopping just reminds me that I am searching for things I do not have; things I want, but do not have. And I have much. God has given me much. I am thankful. I am not overjoyed, but humbly thankful.

Jenn

ps. My bargain shopping, fabulous friend, Molly, found me not one, but two navy sweaters! Thanks.