...the above photo was taken. Ten years ago there were also huge things on the brink that weren't so much as a glimmer in my eye: a "sabbatical" in Ireland, an engagement made and broken, a year and a half in Russia, finding my purpose in Craig, a big move to the swamp, a son, a daughter, a big move to the desert, then two more daughters (one still a cookin'), and so much in between it all. Below, ten years after the above photo, I'm still smiling with a few more creases, a little more sag, some extra aches, but a heap more contentedness.
Today, 30 weeks pregnant, one napping, two being hushed, and my Craig out looking for a job, it feels there is so much more on this brink. Can't wait, really.