Tucking Natalie into bed last night – she loves to wrap her arms around me and have me wrap my arms around her – she is rubbing the skin on my upper arms when I hear, “Why is this SOOOO soft, Mom?”
I am puzzled, admittedly, because I have begun to think there is nothing soft on my body anymore (except the lumpy areas which I wish were NOT soft – and lumpy) but still HOPING my skin is soft I ask, “…my SKIN?”
Ever the voice of truth, Natalie shatters my illusions, with a firm, “NOOOOOO! Just this one spot here.”
Yeah, one little spot – a hive from something. Oh goody. So I can at least be soft if I have hives?
Good thing I love that girl so much!