There were once five generations of first born women in my family. What I mean is my great-grandma was the first born child, my grandma was the first born child, my mom was the first born child and so on...all the way down to my daughter.
Ten years ago this month, five generations became four.
The oldest and the youngest of us this week...closing in on fourteen, she has no idea how blessed she is to have had this. Someday, I hope she will realize.