Eight years ago, he was just a lima bean inside my fishbowl, making me constantly nauseous and a hormonal mess.  Today he rode sixteen miles, mostly out ahead of me.  And in that cyclical nature of life, tonight I felt kumquat  #4 squirming around inside.  What a gift, this vocation of motherhood.  What a trip, this raising of children into people.

SMD

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