Even though I am grateful for status quo, it makes for uninteresting blogging. I ran across a friend at church that I hadn’t seen in a while. He commented that I am looking better and that my voice seems no worse than it was a few months ago. That’s good, right? Maybe I’ve hit a plateau.
I know that I have re-gained a little weight. Not too much, but I’m around 165. (I used to weigh 200+). Last night as I gave Natalie a little bedtime hug she waxed a bit nostalgic. She said that she missed her “squishy daddy.” Ah, poor thing, but wait, I have a little squish now. It’s just not in my chest where her head was.
She lowered her head from my chest to my stomach and half bent over she said, “That’s more like it.” It then dawned on me that my fluctuating weight wasn’t the problem; it’s my growing little lady.
1 comment:
so your baby is what 10? That's pretty crazy.
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