it is 91 degrees in west texas today. NINETY-ONE, people. it's february 27.
it is also windy as all get out. a sign, as my mother-in-law reminded me, that spring is coming. "march is in like a lion, out like a lamb, remember? the wind's got to blow to bend the trees. that brings the sap and gets them to bud," she said.
my mother-in-law is so smart. i just wanted to whine about the wind.
so although most everything is still brown and dead for the time being, the warm temperatures have this pregnant lady breaking out the shorts. as i walked in the door a couple hours ago, i stripped off my church clothes and immediately threw on shorts and a tee shirt.
i wore shorts yesterday too, as a matter of fact. to a birthday party. and i felt cute.
that there, people, is a noteworthy little sentence. i felt cute.
i can't remember the last time i felt cute in shorts. really.
i weigh (give or take) 30 pounds more than i did in high school (and will add to that significantly this summer with baby 3 in utero), and i never wore shorts in high school. i wore skimpy little tops (ahem) and jeans all summer long. JEANS. i specifically remember being ridiculously hot. but no matter, i thought my legs were ugly in shorts.
oh, high school self. you silly, silly girl.
the point i'm trying to make is that it has probably been a good 15+ years since i have felt cute in shorts. and it's not thanks to some great diet and exercise plan that's left me with supermodel legs (impossible). nope, these legs aren't nearly as pretty as they were a decade and a half ago.
it's because of a perspective change.
read the rest of the post at "what mom wore"...
Aiming for progress, not perfection.
"...being confident of this, that He who began a good work in you
will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus."