March 29

Once upon a time I read that only after seven long years does a woman's body finally recover from the havoc wreaked through pregnancy and childbirth. Thank God she's finally 7!

In 1998, Hart and I had been all set to finalize the family size at three persons. I'm grateful Doc B wanted me at Hart's snip appointment, because although I'd been a ardent supporter of the process, it wasn't until he said, "Well, what day would like to do this?" that I realized I wanted one more child.

Happy Birthday sweet Ruth! You are my sunshine.