"Sam: Then let us be rid of it...once and for all! Come on Mr. Frodo. I can't carry it for you...but I can carry you!"
Nerd alert! Frodo and I have a bit in common, and perhaps only a nerd like me can see this fact. Dramatic? Yes. But let me 'splain.
Now, I am not comparing Abbigale to the ring. I don't want to be rid of this little baby that is making me more dramatic by the day. I don't want to toss her into Mount Doom. (I do however want to toss her up and down to make her giggle) So no. I won't be rid of her once and for all. And let's be logical. Sam can't carry me anyway...
It is true that I can in fact recall the sound of water and the touch of grass. I am not being ruled by the ring, just a cute little baby. No. These aren't the reasons. So what, may you ask, is the correlation between me and Mr. Frodo? Simply this: I can't recall the taste of food either.
I remember once upon a time when food delighted me. When we would go out to eat and it was the best thing ever. I miss loving Olive Garden breadsticks and salad. I miss hot dogs, steak, FRIES, burgers. I miss making food and enjoying the finished product. I miss when i looked forward to eating my lunch. I miss liking chicken. Now the thought of most food (junk food excluded of course) turns my tummy. I only eat now because I have to, but it's very rare when I finish a meal and am satisfied. I miss enjoying my meals. I can't recall the taste of food.
But to end on a less dramatic note: It's all worth it! My mom bought these cute little bows for her and I got them today! (the only part of my lunch I really enjoyed)I can't wait till I can put them in her hair. I can't wait to hear her giggle, to feel her move in my arms, to see her smile. Even to comfort her when she cries. I can't wait to see my little Abbigale Naomi.
And truthfully...I can't wait to eat.