I would rather not dwell on the worst of times - and there have been a few, losing our first son, waiting for DH's transplant, redundancy, inability to work, and the added stress of financial disaster on top of health issues, endless worry about my parents' poor health, decline and death 350 miles away, but these are behind us and whatever "worst of times" may yet lie ahead there are "golden days" which will never be forgotten.
My thirties -three DDs, a great circle of friends and the aforementioned dark days (apart from our son) yet to come - were pretty good, but best of all , was one Sunday morning after I had had DD2 (C section like the others) and everything had stopped hurting, I was in a light and sunny ward in the Westminster , my baby sleeping peacefully beside me and DH and my in laws were going to bring DD1 in to visit. My cup truly ran over