Reagan is 4

Four years ago we were blessed with a gift, after over years of heartbreak and loss. We closed on the house December 10th, I went in for a c-section 4 days later. I was terrified since I simply spit out all my others. I had seen the operation on TV but I had no idea the tables were so narrow, when I lost my balance I accidentally grabbed the anesthesiologist in the family jewels, oops. It seemed the doctor went in my up to her elbow getting him out and and later poured in a pitcher of fluid, it was a magic trick, sawing the lady in half. I spent four days in the hospital catching up on how to care for an infant, my baby at home was 9. We moved in just days before Christmas and everything was magical, I got exactly what I wanted, an angel. Four years later Reagan, yes he is named after the president, is obsessed with Frosty the Snowman, I have no idea how to pry it out of his hands January 2nd. I still wonder what I did that God would bless me with a sweet spirit like Reagan. I realize we are a walking punchline, "Our kids are 3 to 23" is what I would say, I have to deal with adult children making big life choices, teens and a tot going through a hitting phase. I know why God invented menopause, it should be called meno-stop (having kids).