For my birthday, Grace gave me a beautiful shirt, in my favorite color (green), probably a size or two smaller than it should be to comfortably fit NOW--but hey, I'm optimistically still moving down in size, so that's okay.
Today I wore said shirt to church, wincing a little at just how snugly it fit, wondering if it crossed the line into "too-tight-for-modesty."
When Grace saw it her eyes lit up, which was, after all, my primary reason for wearing it.
"Hey, you're wearing the shirt I gave you!"
She began rubbing my tummy through the shirt. I sighed. "Does it show off my fat tummy, sweetie?"
Big-eyed, she looked up at me. "No! Your tummy looks smaller in this!"
Eric joined in. "And soft. You look softer. I like a soft Mommy. You're a pretty mommy."
They may be loud, obnoxious, and crazy, but they're keepers, those kids of mine.
2 comments:
I love this, I love kids. Just melts my heart.
Hey -- I noticed that shirt, only because it complemented your eyes so well. Great pick, kids! Wear it again, Wendy!
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