I love to sleep in now on weekend mornings while my kids either sleep in themselves or play quietly in their rooms. I love to spontaneously zip out the front door on some hairbrained scheme or other involving fun sans carefully packed diaper bag, stroller, and full complement of age-appropriate car seats. I love that my husband can now come home from work and suggest that we go out to dinner while the two eldest co-babysit. I love that I'm not living in a state of near-constant pregnancy induced nausea. I love that I'm no longer diabetic, anemic or toxic. I love that I no longer live for naps or nap to live. I love having a 13 year old in my life. I love the journey of living with progressively older kids. I think that these must be the salad days. No one pees themselves still and no one yet desires to leave the home.