.........I am so lucky!
Conveniently placed below my chin and under my arms,
(my 5-year-old daughter named it this endearing term)
Isn't it lovely?
While visiting an art gallery, I noticed that even Rembrandt's
subjects struggled with the "squish."
subjects struggled with the "squish."
"Rembrandt, like Shakespeare, uses his art to convey ideas which apply to human beings of all times and all cultures. Great art is, in this sense, timeless."
A young mother shows loves with a secret eye twitch, private tickle spot, warm hug, catchphrase understood only by them, and disguised messages. My five-year old cuddles up to this "Squish" to comfort herself and receive love. She kisses, jiggles and smooths it over and over like a fleshy security blanket. This dangling, floppy pudge is just too irresistible.
Who would have thought that this wrinkled outer shell, stretching over my aging body would be so useful?
We forty-something mothers should rejoice in our uniqueness and usefulness as aged body parts sag and become more beloved than ever.
....watch out Grandmas....here comes JESSIE to squeeze your "SQUISH"!
you are hilarious, Stephanie!!!! :) Thanks for the laugh -- it was good to see you for one brief shining moment on Sunday - OP1 is such a good place to be (because of families like yours!)
ReplyDeleteI can't stop laughing...this cracked me up!! My brothers did the same thing to my mom, only they called it a gogurt! I kid you not...it was before they came out with the yogurt treat by the same name! Hillarious, I know...I think you're beautiful...SQUISH and all!
ReplyDeleteBring on the squish!
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