When I was a young teenager, I was approached by music director at our church with a flattering offer. She asked me to represent Mary in the annual Christmas Eve service. My job was to sit serenely on a wooden bench, dressed in robes.

I’d get to hold her seven-month-old grandson on my lap. […]

My aunt made this dress for me.

My mom kept it, and now Beatrix wears it.

Do your kids have any of your old clothes?