Had to be one tired stork...

One of my older sisters, Alice, was born 355 days before I came along, so that means for 10 days each year we are the "same age". When we were younger it used to pretty much annoy her that I could say I was the same age as her for that period of time, but now I think she kind of enjoys it. You know, like “Ha ha! You’re old like me now!”

Being that we are of Irish descent, we learned early on that we were “Irish twins”. Of course my mom and dad had seven kids in eight years (no multiple births) so this did not seem too strange to us.

I do remember our parents jokingly telling us later that they remembered thinking “God will provide, God will provide” but after number 7 came along, they started thinking “maybe God should provide some ideas on how to stop having a baby every year?”

To this day I don’t know how mom managed. Dad was at work all the time and she had all of us at home. I guess you could think of it as seven times the love, but in reality it was seven times the chaos too. It had to have been pretty overwhelming.

I’m thinking back on all of this because Danny’s first birthday is coming up later this month. And I cannot for the life of me imagine Susanne giving birth to a second child less than a year after Danny arrived. Like she'd be in labor NOW. I honestly can't wrap my head around that one.

But as Swistle wrote about it this amazing post, there is no right or wrong way to look at how families should or should not be. I guess it's like Ibrahim Hafiz so eloquently wrote:

"The place you are right now God circled on a map for you."

Have a fabulous day everybody! -Monica