Right On Time

I recently realized that while I'm not terrible at math, I would be REALLY good at it if I could just change how it works. My version of math only has multiple of 5s in it, for example. I can do all things that are multiples of 5s. Forget decimals and fractions and all of that nonsense. Oh, and division doesn't exist - the divided sign means to subtract because all you need is addition and subtraction.

With my version of math, Mila was not, in fact, years late showing up. One Big Sister plus one Little Sister eight years later equals perfection. That Little Sister showing up right around Memorial Day makes for an extra level of perfection, even. If Mila had been born "on time" per whatever due date math came up with, she would have been born just in time to always mess with Dance Recital Weekend. Alexis' dance recital always falls the weekend after Mothers Day, so basically the two weeks before Mila's actual birthday are A Really Bad Idea.

If you go past her birthday, things get messy for other reasons.

Thus, Mila picked the exact right day to be born. She was born at the exact moment that Alexis needed her and the exact moment that I needed her.

Good job, Mila.

As a reward for her most excellent timing, Mila has been gifted with a birthday that gives her parades and a long weekend and the edge of summer. She can honor Memorial Day while honoring people who throw candy to kids on the side of the road. She can honor Memorial Day weekend with swimming,  barbecues, sleeping in late, and with a side of cake. It all adds up to a long list of her favorite things, and how perfect is that?

And, so, when people comment that she must have been the "surprise baby" or "an accident" I will forever reply, "No, she showed up exactly when she was supposed to show up."

And it's true.

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[Kate]

I'm thankful for my December 26 baby, whose "untimely" birthday has given us a great excuse to not travel for Christmas. "But we'd have to drive back on her birthday!" three years and counting. Score!