Lately, people have taken to picking me up. Not picking up on me - actually grabbing me and lifting me off the ground. Sometimes this involves carrying me around, too. It just makes me so stupidly happy. I love that I can be lifted and carried around without worrying that I'm going to break someone's back.


Being able to wrap my legs around him & have him carry me.
He hasn't done THAT since we were first married. 

