Forgetting How

As we were leaving Ash Wednesday Services tonight. Liv felt the need to be carried. Coddled. Extra-specially loved.



L: "Mommy, carry me."



I obliged. I hadn't seen my girl since the wee hours of morning since I had worked a long day and met Bill at the church after he had picked up the girls. I needed a little extra mutual TLC.



Of course about half way across the parking lot, as I was dragging myself--my big pregnant self--across the parking lot with Liv in tow somehow saddled over my big baby bump, I thought maybe she'd be ready for a brisk walk.

M: " Okay, Liv, you ready to walk?"

L: "Well......I'm afraid I forgot how to walk."

Umm.