Somedays being alive is an awesome thing

Heh, today was worth being alive for. I suppose it's absolutely normal for the rest of you but it's a brand new thing to me. It was freaking awesome.

I went to the office to see if baby T was awake and wanted to go for a walk. She wasn't but mama T asked me if I wanted to go to Wal Mart with her so I went along. She's a couple of months pregnant and has stomach pain now and then so I make her let me lift the heavy stuff.

Being from India she's not used to having men voluntarily do things for her and in some ways I'm still chauvinist enough to think women shouldn't lift heavy stuff. Besides that, I notice when she winces or starts to grab her stomach. So we have a small, short, friendly battle that I always win.

She thinks I'm to old and fragile or something. From what she's said I gather it's a culture thing. That she doesn't want me to do it is also impressive after I thought about it. All of the girls I dated for the last 2 years expected it and bitched if I didn't do it. Besides, when I was raised women didn't work, except at home. The MAN took care of the family and did the heavy lifting.

We finally got all the stuff and got checked out and I wouldn't let her unload the cart either. When she drove into the motel parking lot K and baby T were out in front. Baby T waved at the car and then noticed I was in it and just started screaming at the top of her lungs and then ran toward me and the car with her little arms out.

I thought she was throwing a tantrum and mama T stopped the car. I was sitting there like an idiot watching her scream and run to my door with her arms out. Mama T finally told me to get out and pick her up. All this happened very fast but it was like I was in slow motion. I got out the same time baby T got to my door. She was speeding right into me and I just scooped her up and she stopped screaming right away and started hugging me.

After I picked her up I realized all that screaming and running was for me. Never in my life has anyone done that before. That definitely caused some emotions I've never felt before. I wonder if it happens to parents so much they just kinda blow it off and don't really realize how awesome that feeling is anymore? I hope not.

Only about two people knew that I really did like kids no matter how much I protested I couldn't stand the little brats. I used to have a rule about dating chicks with kids. I flat out wouldn't do it. Then I ran into one I really cared about and I broke my rule. Besides, she didn't tell me she had a kid until it was major lust.

She was surprised to find out that Zoey came right over to me and tryed to get on my lap. She said Zoey was usually quite shy with strangers. She was also surprised that I wasn't afraid of her or getting drooled on or any of the rest of it.

Heh, I still don't do diapers tho. One of the advantages of still being a bit of a chauvinist. I can if I have to tho. So I finally told her that I liked kids and got along well with them. Usually better than adults. Zoey used to crawl to her mother when we'd get to her place the way baby T came to me. Screaming and going as fast as she could.

Watching my girlfriend and her baby I always wondered what she felt. Now I know. It's awesome.