On SIX. And the thing.
It was Mother's Day 2015 when I got out of the shower and my water broke. We headed to brunch, as one does. My Mom told everyone in the buffet line that I was in labor while I sipped a mimosa (third kid) and enjoyed a waffle or seven (You know they don't let you eat while you're in labor, right? It could have been days before I ate again!). We left the 'big kids', as they are known, with my parents and headed to the hospital. A quick 13 hours later, Finley Scott Best entered this world with her arms up screaming 'Hello World! I am here now and you're never going to be the same!'. And she was right. That baby girl is six today and I've done some reflecting. I know what they say about third kids. And a lot of that rings true for her. She has to fight to get a word in, she can be feisty. She has been dragged from field to court to class to school to store for her entire life. And never once does she have a choice in the matter. She gets to control ver...