2 years. TWO. YEARS. Sometimes that can seem like an eternity. In my case, it seems way, way too fast.
Almost 2 years and 8 months ago, I found out I was pregnant. I was thrilled and nervous. So was Neil. When they asked me to come in for an ultrasound, I was even more nervous. All of my friends didn’t get their first ultrasound until several weeks into their pregnancies. Little did I know I would be getting one at every visit.
I could never have imagined twins was how God planned to thrust Neil and I into this role of parenthood. And trust me, it was thrust upon us both. There would be no taking turns at night for feedings. No fighting over who got to hold him/her or for how long. God has a great sense of humor. And a perfect plan, if you really think about it.
He knew how hard it would be for the grandparents to share. He knew I would need a battle partner. He knew Neil would need a wife who would rise to the challenge and succeed. I didn’t really have a choice about the succeeding part. I knew from the second I found out I was having twins that I was going to do this. This insanely difficult, but ultimately joyous world of parenting multiples. And I knew I was going to succeed. Because that’s what happens when you make the decision to have a child. You shove off that part of yourself that wants what you want. It becomes about what they want; what’s best for them. There is no greater happiness than creating life and watching it grow.
Caroline and Mackenzie. My beautiful, smart, loving daughters. You have taught me so much about who you are and who I am in the past 2 years, I would never have dreamed I would learn so much. You make me so proud. You make me laugh. You make me cry. You make me burst into song at random just so you will giggle or sing along with me. Never have I ever felt such a purpose in my life until I became your mother. Each day we are together brings me joy (yes, even the hard days).
Happy 2nd Birthday to my sweet, sweet girls. May we have many more together.