"THE" Shirt

What is it about a shirt. Some times a certain fit, logo or memory attached to it make it special. I have lots now with many running races and family vacations but as I flip through the stack every once in a while I will come across one I haven't seen in some time. About a month ago I found one with an interesting cut in the sleeves and a certain wonderful feel though not for the fabric or cut but for the circumstances around it.

This shirt as it happens to be is THE one that I was wearing when both kidlets were born. With E, though we wished for as natural a birth as possible, E was stubborn so we did the next best thing and induced then went through the rest with a perfect little sweet, dark haired result. I know when that day came, I was thinking comfort and it seemed to the right one as I pulled it from the stack. I don't remember when it resurfaced again after that day but it did from time to time.

I recall a certain Saturday when we had scheduled production at work so as I picked shirt that might bring comfort not afforded by the loud cacophony of a manufacturing facility. As MHM was not due for close to 20 more days, it never crossed my mind that we would be preparing for the unexpected arrival early the next morning. Once again the shirt got shuffled and from time to time shows up and I think to myself that I should save it out to make sure it sticks around for a long time.