Back in my child-producing years, April was a busy month for this mommy. Our oldest daughter was born on April 20 and six years later our youngest was born on April 22. Each year I like to think of April 21 as my Day of Rest. (We also have a son in the middle, and while we got the "begins-with-A" part right, he didn't arrive until August).
The birthday girls are now grown and have flown the coop, the oldest to LA where she is a naturopathic doctor, and the youngest to Denver, where she is an HR manager. Next month I'll fly cross-country to visit with them both, a combo Happy Birthdays and Happy Mother's Day trip. What could be better?
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