Hopefully Soon

Dads grow bellies. Not all of them, but most. Mine is an inch or two farther out than the day my daughter was born, and God knows she's not too worried about it. I'm confident, in fact, that just as I wish only for her happiness, she wishes only for mine. I have grown this belly, for the record, by eating more eggs than in many years previous; taking the occasional dessert (even ice cream), after generally abstaining from sugar for years; eating Mexican food with impressive frequency since moving to Austin; and walking less than I did, say, when I was a younger man living in New York City. If I am to sincerely convey to my daughter that however she looks, weight-wise, is fine with me, I will somehow need to convey the same thing to myself, and hopefully soon.