Twenty-four years ago I relaxed in my hospital bed in Vancouver and gazed at a perfect crescent moon in the evening sky - euphoric that my work was done for the day and I'd successfully delivered my two gals. The husband and I always expected to stop at two so one of these is a bonus child...or an accident.(we're always looking for happy accidents in painting and this topped them all!)
Oddly, it triggered within me an intense craving for babies and I kept hoping for another happy accident till they were well into their teens.
The teen years have a way of making that go away... ; )
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