Last weekend we were in OK for a brief moment to go to a wedding Saturday night. I was my in-laws’ guest bathroom, sqeezing myself into two different shaping undergarments and my dress. Katie, who has been staying close to mommy lately, came into the bathroom. Her eyes grew big and she said, “I like it!” talking about my dress.
“Is that your princess dress?” She asked. And it made me cry because it was so incredibly sweet to hear that my two year-old thought that I looked like a princess, even though I was so uncomfortable from my paunchy belly busting out the seams of the dress.