What could possibly happen to interrupt that precious time a couple shares after being married? What could disrupt the love, the restful nights, sleeping in on Saturday morning and breakfast in bed?

Don't worry! I didn't look like that when I first greeted my Mom and Dad on 25 February 1978! I've grown a little since then. What other answer could there be, but a baby? Even though their lives were forever changed, I was so cute that they decided they wanted another one just like me! (except they'd name it something other than Jill).

Well, it was another baby, but that was as close a resemblance they could figure on 4 January 1980 when Eric came along. So be it ... at least the next one was a boy, too!

Paul was born on 4 September 1983. My parents had him specifically at that time so that I could take him to kindergarden for Show and Tell. Mom wouldn't let me explain how he'd gotten there, though ....

The second slice of bread came along on 20 August 1987. (Ask my parents - I'm NOT telling!) They named her Victoria. Even though they had four lovely children, I don't know why they didn't go for five! Or ten! We're all so wonderful, you'd think they'd have wanted a whole house full of us!