Everything I’ve ever read, heard or experienced tells me that kids are a major stressor on a relationship. My first born had colic a LOT, so heavy on the screaming and projectile vomiting. I don’t remember much competition to hold her. Mostly I remember trying to keep her from waking her dad in the night, since he had to go to work while I could nap when (if) she did. The other biggie was worrying and fighting about money since the little monstairs seemed to cost more money than we had at every turn.

But … we just celebrated our 30th wedding anniversary and are eagerly awaiting the arrival of our first grand-baby to the land of the breathing. It wasn’t easy raising our three daughters without committing murder or divorce, but hey … what worthwhile thing is ever easy? And we had run out of stuff to talk about by the time we got pregnant, so God knows how much marriage we would’ve had if we hadn’t LOL.

At this point, I can honestly say without hesitation or prevarication that of all the things I’ve done in my life, I count these as my most worthwhile achievements: I stuck it out with the man I married and together we raised up three of the best Adult American Ladies ever!