... and I got it in my head that I must have them before I turned 30!
Of course, now-a-days, the trend is to have your children in your 30s. I don't know if that is a generational fad or the result of economic realities. Probably the latter.
I also wanted to stay home to raise them. That was hard for two reasons: it meant living on one salary - half of what we were used to, and I missed working - a lot. But we managed. We didn't have all the bells and whistles that our working friends had. We didn't own a single family home or drive fancy cars. Money was tight all the time. But my husband and I didn't come from financially comfortable homes when we were single so it wasn't such a large step back for us at the time.
I blogged about these two wonderful people who are my kids on their birthdays during the last year - here for my son, and here for my daughter. There is so much more to say.
I hit the jack pot with both kids. They have grown into adults who I love, admire and respect. They are responsible productive adults. They hold strong opinions on the value of family relationships. They are there for me when I need a helping hand. You can't ask for more than that in the children you raise. The world is a better place with them in it ... especially for me.
Here are a few other pictures that tell the story of their growing up more eloquently than any words of mine.
There are many things I would do differently if I lived my life over. Having kids is not one of those things ... I knew in my core I would be a mom!
And if I had been given the opportunity in advance to select the two individuals who would be my kids, I would have chosen exactly these two.