This week was an exercise in self-care. I wasn’t even wearing a belt! It was glorious! Gloriously, effortlessly normal!
This was a weeklong birthday present to myself.
“Take a U-Turn,” Bert said as we came out of the canned vegetable aisle. I did and had to check my fear. If we’d been anywhere but here, I’d have panicked being in the Baby Aisle. “Stuff for the grandkids,” he said, as if it needed explanation.
He started stowing packages under. It was weird seeing bottles of baby powder and oil that I could hold in one hand. It was super strange seeing diapers that wouldn’t fit me. But why would they fit me? Diapers were for babies, and I wasn’t a baby. It was kind of affirming in a way.