Here is a portrait of me today, walking the mile to our home with 7 bags of groceries (including milk and frozen chicken- heavy) and a 30-something pound baby on my shoulders. The other two kids are not included in the portrait because they were behind me quite a ways, crying "Daddy, Daddy, come help us..." but it was to no avail, he was busy at work, the other people who could help were in a meeting at the church at the time, and I wanted to get home as quickly as possible to get out of the heat and the wet clothes from the swamp we had to walk through. I'm just thankful I don't live in a place where this is part of every day life for the woman.
To find out why we were having this little adventure today, see previous post.