Friday, October 24, 2008

I'm wearing a dark shirt today, and I just caught my reflection in the bathroom mirror and noticed a splurp on my left shoulder that might be spit-up, might be formula, or maybe even infant tylenol (spud got her shots this week and is running a little hot). If it were from anything else, I might be embarrassed, but now I can't stop thinking about how she felt snuggled on my shoulder this morning, and I can't stop smiling.

1 comment:

blue girl said...

That's sweet, Mike. I remember going to work and having spit up on my shoulder and being so tired I didn't even care. It just became part of life.