Twenty-five years is a long time. A quarter of a century. Having twenty-five years with a beautiful, sweet daughter is something to appreciate. Twenty-five years ago this month, my youngest daughter was born. The day she was born, I had labored all night and went to the hospital the following morning. Being my second birthing experience, I was much more at ease in knowing when to go. By 10:35 a.m. I held my sweet baby girl in my arms. When my oldest daughter was born, my Mom was my only family nearby. When my youngest was born, many family members lived close to us. My…