Monday, January 27, 2014
I love my arms.
Do I have flab?
Some call them bat wings.
I really don't like that term...
But you know what?
I like them. No, I LOVE them.
I see a definition. I am getting stronger.
And I remember a time when they were ALL flab.
These arms have carried both of my daughter's, rocked them, and still cuddle with and hold them. They give piggy back rides and tuck covers in.
They embraced my husband in our first wedding dance.
They've held prayers
They've taken "selfies"
They've struck a pose
They've held a comic (very important)
They've held a martini(also important)
They've held my nieces and nephews
They've hugged friends
They've held causes
They've fist pumped with Leslie Sansone(!!)
I'm the one directly behind Leslie to the right.
And they've pumped alongside me on every run.
They've clapped and encouraged my students during Walk Live class
They've been lifted up in victory
And...if I were a comic...they would look pretty bad ass.