Yesterday, Wingnut took my sister and I to a lovely little French restaurant for lunch. It was delightful and delicious. Our waitress was especially attentive and at the end of our lunch stopped to chat with us about our very apparent, impending arrival. She asked if we were having a girl or a boy and if this was our first. She practically fell over when we confessed this is our 7th. She then proceeded to say the most lovely and complimentary things to me about how lovely to have so many children, how young I looked, how beautiful I looked, etc. She finally asked how old I was, as she just could not believe I had that many children and still appear so young. I didn't mind at all telling her I'm 42. I'm very proud of it and I love to see folks' reactions to the number. She ended the conversation by declaring having so many children must be the secret to staying so young, and I think she really believed what she was saying.
Obviously, she made my day. Not only did she make me feel good about myself appearance wise, I am thrilled I could be a witness and an example of what so many of us with larger families already know. Welcoming new life into a family is an occasion for celebration and joy. When life is looked at as being the gift it truly is, all the world can do no less than see it as such.
". . . I came so that they might have life and have it more abundantly."
-- John 10:10