Letting Go...

I have been married for 7 years, and never have I allowed my husband to pick me up.  Though he is thin, I know that he is very strong and I have seen him pick up heavy pieces of furniture.  However, due to my size, I never allowed him to pick me up.  Whenever he would try, I would drop to the ground like a kid who doesn't want you to move them/pick them up.  Even when sitting on his lap, I wouldn't allow myself to put my full weight on him.  I was that self conscious about my weight.

As I have lost weight, he has periodically asked if he could pick me up.  My response has always been "when I weigh less than you."  This past weekend he asked again.  My first question was, "how much do you weigh?"  Being 4 pounds more than him, I decided to bite the bullet and let him give me a piggy back ride.  I held on to the banister, still afraid to let all my weight rest on his back.  Letting go was one of the hardest things I have done, but I did it.  And I got my piggy back ride.  Baby steps...

Here is a picture of me, hubby, and our daughter.