In response to a French book containing "40 reasons not to have children," the inimitable Karen Edmisten has written a list of her own: 40 Reasons to Have Children. It's a gorgeous, powerful, right-on-the-money list.
One year ago today I had the immense pleasure of meeting up with Karen and her three children, Anne, Betsy, and Ramona-who-makes-me-laugh, at a motel in Salina, Kansas. They had driven all the way down from Nebraska just for the rendezvous. Karen and I had been close online friends since 1998, but this was our first time meeting in person. It may as well have been our 500th, like we were meeting at a park for our weekly playdate. The kids hit it off like they'd grown up together. In a way, they had. I've been regaling my children with tales of the Edmisten girls' hilarious exploits since all these lasses were teeny tiny. They'd read all the same books, shared a common lexicon, enjoyed the same brand of mischief. An hour in their presence and I could come up with another forty reasons for Karen's list.
Wouldn't be half as lyrical as hers, though. Go read and you'll see what I mean.