You always know where you stand with kids.
"your breath smells"
"you look funny"
"i dont like you"
As you all know, I HATE wearing sunday clothes: skirt, hose, dress shoes
I was not made to look "nice" when dressed up. I look more like
and not even that cute
Needless to say, I wish I could worship in tank and jeans. Still wouldn't feel cute, but would definitely be comfortable!
This morning, I hit the "lost 22 pounds" mark and was able to wear my smaller sweater and skirt. It is rainy here so my hair was crazy, as usual.
By the time I got to church, I was wishing that I had not worn the smaller sweater and skirt. It didn't feel tight, but I was longing for a coat or snuggie.....a cover whole self suit.
We get to church early and I can usually sit down before the crowd arrives. I do this to avoid walking down the aisle feeling everyone looking at me.
(don't forget, everything revolves around me....even church services)
This morning, I needed to run to the restroom. When I came back in the sanctuary, it had begun to fill. I carefully walked down the long aisle hoping I did not look as ridiculous as I felt. As I entered the pew where my guys were sitting, I felt:
tap.... tap.... tap..... on my butt
I turned around and then let my gaze drop closer to the floor.
My favorite little kid in the whole church was looking up at me with his big blue eyes.
"you look beautiful today" and then he hugged me
This kid gives out hugs like candy so in the "big picture", it was just him being sweet and cute.....and his mother could have put him up to it......but for 5 seconds I felt like
but only 5 seconds because then my 15 year old leans over and grumbles....."sigh, you guys sit on the old people side of the church...sigh"