I've put off the impression to write for a while now, but today, I've decided it's time. On February 14th of this year, my husband and I found out that we were expecting our 5th child. We were stunned. Well, let me clarify: I was stunned. After our fourth baby, around the time she was six months old, I hit a pretty jarring rock bottom with postpartum depression. To read more about it, go to Remember, This Is Your Gift . After going through that I would just look at Joe and say, "There's no way I can have more babies. I was so lost and it scared me." He would look at my sympathetically, but I could tell that idea wasn't sitting right with him. His simple reply was always, "Well, we don't have to make that decision right now. Let's just wait and see." It wasn't that I didn't want more children, it's just that I really questioned my ability to handle more. When we decided to add a fourth child, I felt the impression so strongl...
If you can smile when things go wrong And say it doesn't matter, If you can laugh off cares and woe And trouble makes you fatter, If you can keep a cheerful face When all around are blue, Then have your head examined, bud, There's something wrong with you. For one thing I've arrived at: There are no ands and buts, A guy that's grinning all the time Must be completely nuts. ["Smile, Darn You, Smile," as quoted by Jeffrey R Holland, "The Will of the Father," Jan,17, 1989.]