One of the reasons why I am excited to move to Utah is for the opportunity to be so completely normal. I'll go to the store and everyone else there will have a million kids (okay, three, but some days it feels like a million) following them around or all stuck tight inside of a shopping cart. I'll no longer be the woman with all the little kids judged because my girls are tempted to touch items on every single row. (Can we forget Macey in the cupcake aisle?) Heaven.
For Garry, however, it will be a demotion. When he takes the girls out while I teach piano, he is approached by women amazed by his bravery and strength. "You're alone with all your kids? My husband would never do that!". "Wow! You have your hands full!"
When he goes out, people look at him like he is a hero among men. When I go out with all three girls, people look at me like they would like to give me some birth control advice, if only there was a way to bring it up in polite conversation.
Ah, Utah. It'll be bliss.