The girls were watching me get dressed this morning and Natasha said, with some surprise:
“Your baby tummy is gone! What happened to your baby tummy?”
What I would call my baby tummy is not gone, but I felt such a sweetness from the comment, drawing as it did the direct connection between baby and belly, and my daughter’s delight in what my body had been able to do.
“Where do you think it went?” I asked her.
“It went away when Elisha was born,” She said, authoritatively. “But why?”