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
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