The night before my wedding my dad asked me if we could have a “talk.”  I was 23 by this time and already knew a thing or two about the birds and the bees, so this conversation was a little … well… uncomfortable.  As it turned out, Dad’s objective wasn’t to tell me about the facts of life at all, but rather to remind me that having children wasn’t a necessary ingredient for a happy marriage.  Truth be told, he was worried that I would die in childbirth.  You see, I’m a mere 4’ 10” and my husband is 6’2”, so his concerns weren’t outside the realm of possibility. My […]