I said it last year and I’m going to say it every year until I’m no longer on this earth and then, I will have said it for so many years that they will call each other up on their 80th birthdays and say, “Can you believe we used to be two pounds and needed machines to help us breathe and new blood and mother didn’t even know if we would survive the night sometimes when she walked back to her hospital room?” (Weird that they call me “mother” after I’m gone, but OK.)