This week start with poorly children and needing to work away, but wonderfully ended in celebration.
CM turned 7.
7 seems to equate to teenage-dom.
If this is not teenage-dom, and it gets worse.
I doff my hat.
I held this hope that getting through those sleepless nights of endless feeds would see life easier at a later age.
The challenges are different. The exhaustion the same.
But the happiness.
The happiness grows.
And means more, as their appreciation develops.