A son recently turned 25 years old.
One of his sisters is only a week short of being 10 years older.
I always know my kid's birthdays because they are all even numbers that have some significance to other dates or family events.
Soon my daughter will be 35 -
I know because I only have to add 10.
a 1 and a 0 - easypeasy!
Wouldn't we all like to add another 0 onto our bank balance, get 10 more miles per gallon on every tank of gas or earn 10% interest?
When child number 3 arrived she was the first of the 10 I wanted to add (alas, that didn't materialize).
Having one child took all my time. Having two children took twice as much time. Oddly enough, having 3 children took only half as much time and seemed to be twice as much fun.
Cookie ... and Babba. Babba was a Fisher Price, yellow, cloth bodied, meant-to-be-machine-washed-and-loved, doll (yellow was her favorite color - I swear she was born loving yellow) with an angelic face similar in sweetness to the face of the girl that owned her. Babba seldom left her owner's side and lives on at her house to this day.
I miss all my kids now they are adults - but especially this one.
Happy Birthday Cookie Monster!