Ten and eleven

Ten-Saddest day of your life
Eleven-Fondest memory

Okay, so to answer #10 first...The saddest day of my life I think was losing my two nephews. When they left to go back to Iowa, I swear it was the most heartbreaking thing I think that I've ever lived through. I'm slowly starting to get over it, but I swear, I'll never forgive my brother for that one.

And so, eleven is every time a niece or nephew is born. Every time one of my siblings have a kid, I can't help but to think that I'm going to have a hand in shaping that baby to be a strong kid...and that makes me happy...:)