And I don't mean just the clothes-are-always-covered-in-spit-up kind of change.
Or the I-only-wear-mascara-on-special-occasions kind of change.
Or not even the 4-hours-of-sleep-now-sounds-like-a-lot kind of change.
Or the I-only-wear-mascara-on-special-occasions kind of change.
Or not even the 4-hours-of-sleep-now-sounds-like-a-lot kind of change.
You see, late one night while feeding the baby in our old green chair, I started thinking about what it might be like to go skydiving. I mean really, skydiving?!? This has never even been an option to me. I wouldn't say I'm scared of heights, but I am terrified of falling. I hate falling-type roller coasters (okay so that means all of them). I hate turbulent flights. I even kind of hate elevators. So skydiving? Skydiving has never even been a thought.
But something got me thinking that maybe it would be really cool. Life changing maybe? And I think someone told me once that it doesn't even really feel like you are falling at all? I got really excited thinking about it, even though not in a million years could I ever talk Kyle into doing it with me.
And then I remembered a story I recently heard about an old woman who waited her whole life to go skydiving and it ended tragically.
Maybe I'm not so changed after all.
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