I've always asked BJ a pretty standard wife question before we leave the house: "How do I look?" The other day, it struck me that I was asking BJ a very different question on our way out the door: "How much spit-up is on this shirt?" I'm not sure what is more shocking; that my pre-outing question has changed or that the new question in and of itself implies that there is a certain amount of spit-up that is entirely appropriate on one's shirt in public.
It is hard to put into words just how much Shepherd has changed our lives, but I think this comes pretty close.
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I read this to my mother. She giggled and said "yup."
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