How I Got Ten Children
I always thought that five children sounded like the perfect number for my future family. I pictured this perfect little angelic family with my five darlings posing in their matching satiny blue and white sailor suits, maybe three boys and two girls; so adorable with their clean, smiling, dimpled faces, sitting so nicely and well-mannered. It was picture perfection. When I met the love of my life, he informed me that he wanted 24 children. So, we compromised. End of story. Well, something like that. We did decide together that God wanted us to do our part in helping to multiply and replenish the earth and raise up righteous seed. We knew that, as hard as it might be, as long as we were keeping the commandments, God would bless us and somehow everything would turn out fine. When I got to five, they were all pretty wonderful and I really wasn’t ready to stop. But when I got to eight, I did feel ready to stop. Eight is great, I told myself. Actually