Proof

While doing laundry today, I noticed a pattern. “AHA!” I declared.

Mike looked at me, waiting for an explanation.

“Remember when I was pregnant and kept saying that ‘this kid’s heels feel sharp enough to pop right through me?’”

“Barely,” he said.

“And remember,” I continued, unfazed, “when you hugged me and mused that . . . → Read More: Proof