Twenty-seven years ago today, I gave birth to my last baby. She was my fourth child in a little over five years. I'll have to admit that pregnancy was not my favorite. ;-) I felt betrayed by my body--it got pregnant every time I turned around! My oldest child turned five on September 2, next oldest was only 34 months old, and the third was 15 months old! I myself was only 24! But I have to tell ya, this last baby was mine. Know what I mean? The first three were my husband's--Daddy's girls and Daddy's boy. But this last one? Mine. If she was hurt, upset, scared, she wanted me. No matter who held her or for how long, she cried till I took her. Once she was in my arms, she was fine. Considering how nuts I was while pregnant with her, she should be The Omen! But she's far from it.
I found a wonderful card from Hallmark. It says what I'm not articulate enough to say.