Everything about my grown kids surprises me. I look at the three of them and am constantly surprised at their magic. I can't believe that I produced them sometimes. They are all very different and we have had our share of joy and tears. But each and every day reminds me that I have somehow contributed to the next generation and all the revelations that brings. They surprise me in their independence. Was it ever possible they were so small and vulnerable? They surprise me with their love and ability to forgive me and their Dad anything. They surprise me with their humour, understanding, and above all the ability to still create in me the pain of such overwhelming love. I feel the same about them as on the day they arrived, overwhelmed.