My grandma with her 7 babies in 1966 and me with my 7 babies in 2026. 🥹 Growing up, I loved having a big family! The holidays were loud and every gathering felt like a reunion. It was such a gift. Yet somewhere along the way, I let the world convince me that 7 kids was simply too many for this day and age. I remember being pregnant with my very first baby in 2015 and my cousin and I were at our aunt’s 50th birthday, looking through old family photos. We came across a picture of my grandma standing with all seven of her children. I laughed and said, “Seven kids? Could never be me.” But then I realized, if my grandma had decided to stop sooner… I wouldn’t have been standing there. My dad was one of her youngest. My kids wouldn’t exist. We wouldn’t have been celebrating my aunt that day, the one who has spent decades bringing our family together. Entire branches of our family tree simply wouldn’t be here. Fast forward 10 years later, what once sounded overwhelming to me has become o...