Years ago when David and I were in our early twenties, we received an anniversary card from my mother in-law inscribed with these words, “Happy Anniversary to a Couple of Kidders”. With three little ones at the time, and plans for only one more, I had no clue that I would still be raising a couple of kids on my 39th wedding anniversary.
If you’re trying to do the math, don’t jump to conclusions. My husband and I don’t have 20 children or a number even close. We have only 5. There is a big gap between the 3 oldest children and the 2 that we collectively call the “girls”. Nineteen years to be exact.
And while many of our peers have been experiencing the empty nest, we have been homeshooling, attending 4H meetings, drying tears, breaking up squabbles, and reveling in the girls’ accomplishments.