It's been a long road from then to now. My youngest is ten. Ten years old...
I find it hard to believe that it has been a decade since I held this squalling babe in my arms, feeling blessed again. Realizing why the body doesn't remember the pain of childbirth (because I certainly don't know if I'd done it again if I did - ow!)
We celebrate ten years with a plane ride. Actually, the niblets do. They are flying west to visit family; relatives they haven't seen in five years. I am happy for them, excited for their father's family, and a mother's bundle of nerves to be placing her children on an airplane without her.
Happy Birthday sweetheart! Enjoy the ride in the skies.