Loud. I am loud. My husband told me that is something I should work on once in a marriage course. I cried all the way home. I bawled, really. Crying makes it sound too gentle. Sobs. Tears. Lots of snot. I reminded my husband that “loud” is who I am === and HE was the one that chose to marry and love me. Now I have a daughter. She’s loud. Hmmm…I wonder if that’s what he was trying to hint at way back then…? Nah. My loud is different than hers. Right?!
Adelyne’s declaration at the hospital that it WAS better in my tummy!