It always seems to happen . . .

 . . . that God reminds us of our rightful place in the universe . . .just as we are feeling pretty good about ourselves. My latest example happened just this evening as I was out with my three favorite men on a family bike ride. I was enjoying the stunning weather, wind in my hair, giggles of my boys, and the faint burning of muscle in my legs, thinking about how nice I've been to my heart and body this week--run a couple of miles every morning, taken a couple of walks each day, and gone on a bike ride every day for the past few days when it happened. The "It" was a very sharp, tight pair of black running shorts and black sports bra being propelled past me by a stunning young woman with equally sharp tight parts to put into those black pieces of exercise show-off. Sigh. Okay Big Guy upstairs and Stars of the Universe--I hear ya, loud and clear. I won't be trading-in my over-washed Macbeth tshirt that hides the Mommy parts, anytime soon.