It was a full table at Chick-fil-A.
It was a fun table at Chick-fil-A.
And one time, when Alison was telling me a story, she was talking so loud and excitedly that another patron at the restaurant shushed us.
Someone shushed us.
It was a great lunch. While the two girls and Mandy’s eldest son played in the indoor playground, the three of us sat at the table and talked and maybe I cried and Amos sat quietly with us.
Look how cute he is! Bless his heart, the other children were able to escape my desire to photograph cute kids, but Amos has no shoes. He also isn’t able to walk, so he couldn’t get away. So there he sat. In a onesie with grey fleece pants.
I said, “wait a minute, Mandy. I actually have that same outfit.”
And whether this is the most embarrassing blog moment in my life or not, it is pretty funny that I can imitate a one year-old’s clothing in my own closet. So I’m going for it.
Yep. I own a onesie. Yep. I own grey fleece pants. Nope. This is not the most flattering portrait ever taken of me, but I’m not trying to get you to marry me. I’m just trying to show you my infant pajama collection.
[By the way, of course I own grey fleece pants. You could dress me in fleece from head to toe (From Head to Foot?) for three days straight and not repeat a piece of clothing. I’m not saying that to brag. I’m asking for a fleece intervention.]
And yep, it is totally cool to wear pants over a onesie.
I sense you judging me.
I can’t blame you. This whole fleece confession may have been a mistake.
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Today my dear friend Emily is giving away FOUR AUTOGRAPHED COPIES! of my book. [And her post made me cry because sometimes God gives you friends that you totally don’t deserve, who fight in your corner no matter what, and who let you stay in their house until your heart feels better. Emily is one of those friends for me.]
Anyways, if you haven’t gotten the book yet, go try to win. I mean, I know you are a winner. Now go prove it, my friend.