Twenty-seven

Twenty. Young and dumb. Playing house with my now husband. Thought I knew everything, really knew very little.
Twenty-one. Married and pregnant with in a few months. Newly wed phase was short.
Twenty-two. First time mother trying to do everything "right" Blessed with a son.
Twenty-three. Pregnant, lost our Angel, Pregnant two months later.
Twenty-four. Second time mother. Blessed with a daughter. The prefect family.
Twenty-five. Sure that baby making days were behind me, pregnant again.
Twenty-six. Blessed with another son, found out about our daughter's special needs.
Twenty-seven. Starts today, I'm finding out what truly makes a mother and how strong I am.
Thankfully, I am not alone.