As the last, really last, I swear last, 8 kids are getting older I can almost see a glimmer of light at the end of the on duty mom tunnel. Margie, the oldest is turning ......... exactly 30 years older than the youngest, Samuel who will be 8 this week.
And I'll be ready to be done when I'm done. I secretly wear a necklace with a little empty nest dangling from it and I've saved a stack of magazines with the promise of recipes for two. Two!
So why was I so sentimental when Samuel lost both front teeth this week? Maybe because he's the last and I'm a sucker for the look.
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