Hubby came back yesterday from his mission trip to new orleans. i saw the van drive up at church and i took Eli out so he could greet his daddy. He gets out and heads straight for us. i have my arms outstretched(which is really hard since i have the baby in one arm and an umbrella in the other hand). i imagine our reunion in slow motion and i hear romantic music playing in my head. He reaches us and immediately takes Eli from my arms. i had to pratically beg him to kiss me hello.
somehow, with the birth of Eli, i have become numero secondo in my husbands eyes. i always thought that if he did ignore me, it would be for some blond who was young, firm and fully packed. i never imagined it would be for some short bald guy.
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i know what you mean! although, i'm just as bad... i frequently forget about feeding my husband- but never forget the little one!
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