I meant to post about this yesterday, but I pooped out.
So today I will wish my babies a happy half birthday. It has been six fast months since they entered my world and altered it forever in their own sweet ways.
Six months ago I had just met them “in real life” (and they were so different from each other.) Eden was very matter of fact (and loud when the doctors annoyed her) and Jane stared at me with these huge blinking eyes, taking me in until they took her from me (I still had work to do.) Six months ago this morning, I was yearning for them but I was on my “death bed” while they were up in the NICU (Neonatal Intensive Care Unit). The awesome NICU nurses taught me to trust someone else with my babies. When I finally got up there (because I somehowconvinced them that I wouldn’t faint) I only lasted a few minutes but I took in the sight of their tiny bodies and recognized the sacrifices we had all made to have them here as part of our family, and I knew those sacrifices (and those yet to come) would be worth it.
Their bodies are not so tiny anymore, and their personalities are larger than life - no one can get enough of them! I have decided that doing it two at a time is more fun. I love watching their interactions with each other. There is twice as much love (how that is possible, I don’t know and I won’t question it, I’m just grateful for it) filling me to the brim. Yes, it’s crazy hard, but it’s crazy good, too.
Jane with her clutch ball--I got them from Hannah, who also made my reliculously awesome diaper bag
I took these pictures. I made this stuff with my own two hands. I wrote these words. It's just a bunch of craziness, but it's what in this noggin. If you're going to use any of my stuff for your own stuff, just ask me. (I'm sure I'll say yes. I'm nice like that.) And a little linkie love never hurt anyone if you know what I'm sayin;)