Two

Just a little more than two years ago, I was ready to finish Law and get a job and make some money.

And then I discovered I was going to have a fourth child.

I was mildly upset, to say the least. All my grand plans were suddenly, irreversibly, ruined.

But at some point during the pregnancy, I had a 'moment' ...  for some reason I thought of the story of St Martha in the Bible and how she was always too busy working to ever relax and contemplate and listen to what was really important.

For instance, new undies on the outside are important.

So, I accepted the fact that my plans were thrown asunder, and I promised myself that if this fourth baby was a girl I'd call her 'Martha'.

I'd call her 'Martha' so that whenever I looked at this fourth child, she'd remind me of what was important.

She'd remind me that working and making money is not important.

Martha turned two today and whenever I look at her I have to plant a big kiss on one of her fat cheeks. (And, I never chose a boy's name, which is lucky.)

We still have to work on our 'smile'.

 If it were biblical Martha's birthday, I estimate she'd be about 2024.