When the generous folks at church throw you a lovely baby shower , while the baby of undiscovered gender is still snuggled up inside , you get a lot of diapers . As I sorted them according to size , and added up all the size ones , I realized that there were about as many there in that pile as we were likely to go through while he was still small enough for them . There was something bittersweet about seeing all his size one diapers all lined up together in one pile . It was a big pile ... but finite . The other day we came to the end of the pile . It was time to break open the size 2 diapers .
Question: How did I feel about what the people at the church did ?
The answer to the above question:


I 'm grateful to them for what they did .