The Sweet Husband

How easy it is to change position!

My youngest child, when she turned 30, had her side tattoed with a picture of me when I was a young woman.  I didn't really know what to say, it was kind of awkward, although the sentiment was nice. I had been on her side since the day she was born, and she put me there because she knew I would be there, even when the time comes and something happenes to me.

Six years ago, when she got the tatoo, she was pretty heavy, in the last year or so, she has lost almost 100 lbs, has spent a lot of time working out, and is looking really good.

She, her husband and the granddaughter came over to spend the weekend, and last night, she says, mama, I need to talk to you, and I don't even know where to start.

I assured her that she could tell me anything, although just hearing those words kind of makes you cringe just a little.

Mama, do you remember the tattoo on my side? Of course I do!  Well, since I lost all that weight, it's moved.

Moved? I have been really glad you were working out, because I kind of worried that with you losing all the weight, if you were wrinkled, my picture was going to age right along with me.

Mama, it moved.

I don't know what you mean by moved.

She pulls up her shirt, and there, with her boob resting right on top of my head , hanging down over my forehead is my picture, like I have a boob skin hat.

If the sweet husband laughs one more time, its gonna get ugly up in here.

Only to me!