I’m also a late-bloomer. I was five days shy of my 38th birthday when my first son was born, 41 when my second was born.

It made me shake my head when people assumed I was the grandma because I was having fun pushing my son on the swing at the park, or pulling the car over and parking to jump in a pile of autumn leaves.

I love your family pictures.

You get 50 claps from me!