Want to be my friend?

We are so blessed to be given most of the clothes that our girls wear. We don't mind hand-me-downs one bit. In fact, I usually thank the givers by telling them I'm so glad they have better taste then me.


Since we're given the clothes, I feel we need to pass them along to someone else. I was thrilled when our church hired a children's pastor who had three girls. I became their best friend.


I've spent today, not painting like desperately needed, but sorting clothes. Mainly because it was 50 degrees and raining this morning and Reagan wore capris and a t-shirt.


Enter guilt.


Since I've been painting I haven't wanted to dig into the attic and their closet and make the change. It's such a vicious cycle. But I did. And look at what our friends will be getting.

I've added two more bags since the picture. That brings the total to 13.

God help them.