First we had Vanja. Then I wanted another baby so bad so bad. Instead, we split up and lived apart for a year. And then, I was suddenly pregnant again and so happy, but also so sad because the age gap between the kids would be so huge. I was comparing the 3,5 years between my kids to the 1,5 years between me and my brother and the difference in age between My own children seemed so vast I remember thinking it was so sad, they'd never appreciate hanging out together.
I was so wrong. Sometimes it feels so good to be wrong.