Just 6 weeks after our first baby was born, Husband went on a ski trip with some co-workers to Whistler. ( I know I'm pretty awesome for "letting him" go)
He brought me back a pair of "Life is good" flannel pants to let me know that he was thinking of me.
But they didn't fit.
I blamed it on the baby weight, and once that was gone I randomly tried to squeeze myself in to them every once in a while, to no avail.
Until Friday night.
I got home from work at 1245am and it was arctic cold in our house.
I usually sleep in regular pajama pants with a long sleeve shirt over my tank top (because I know you totally care what I wear to bed), but I knew that I was still going to be cold.
So I pulled out the flannel pants. Knowing that he was asleep and that he wouldn't see if they didn't fit, I slipped them on.
And they totally fit!! Not just in the "I'm going to make these work" kind of way, but truly, legitimately fit.
So for the first time in 4 years, I get to snuggle down to bed in yummy flannel pants.
I can't wait to go to bed tonight!