Friday, November 13, 2009

The Frow

            Michelle has “pregnant brain” again.
            She’s using the word “thing” to describe a wide variety of objects, actions, and events. And she’s started walking around with a furrowed brow.
            “Why the furrowed brow?” I asked her.
            She looked at me with tired eyes.
            “Come sit in my lap.” I put my laptop aside.
            Michelle sat down and I gently rubbed her forehead. “There you go.”
            “Do I still have a furrowed frow?” Michelle looked up at me sweetly.
            “A what?” I laughed. Then, I laughed some more. Michelle started laughing too, and it was infectious, one of those laughs that gets passed back and forth until somebody cries. I’m usually the first to cry with extreme laughter fits. It runs in the family.
            I looked at the rings under Michelle’s eyes and felt a tremendous amount of love for her. Just when it was starting to get easier with our first child, we decided to have another. Michelle is more tired than ever, and I still feel a bit of shock that we will probably have two kids in diapers at the same time. Perhaps we jumped in too soon? Or maybe the timing is perfect?
            Anyway, it is what it is, so we’d better get used to the idea and take what life’s given us with grins on our faces. My wife may be turning into a frow-lady, but at least we can still have a sense of humor.

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