Four and twenty four

Sing a song of sixpence,
a pocket full of rye.
Four and twenty blackbirds,
baked in a pie.

Okay so it's twenty four in my case. I still like the song.
Soon, I will have four year old and twenty-four year old children. Though the twenty four year old isn't really considered a child anymore.
The four year old is my son and he adores his big sister.
Both of my children were a surprise to me. A very welcome surprise. My daughter came into my life in my youth and my son as I was older. They have each been a wonderful blessing to me. I am thankful for each of my children