Left Holding the Bag (or Purse)
It’s funny how I still notice things that are different about me since I became a Dad. Take carrying the purse as an example.
When Amy and I were first going out and even after we were married, I wouldn’t carry the purse. I wouldn’t even hold it. If she handed it to me in a store so she could try something on, I would set it down between my feet and stand there until she returned. I’m totally serious.
Now, the purse has become another part of the baggage for the entourage. With Bekah along, you need the diaper bag, maybe a blanket, a snack cup, etc. When we step out of the car on Sunday morning, you have two choices: the child or the stuff (which includes the purse).
Just the other day, a friend complimented me on my coordination. “Good job,” he said. “Your purse matches your shoes.” I just smiled and said, “Thanks.” It’s all part of being a dad.
Posted: March 23rd, 2010 under Life at the Lansers', Show Notes.
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