Today I watched Annabelle clap her hands with joy as Grandma turned the pages to her new book we made her.
I watched as they eagerly watched big sisters unwrap crinkly paper before their eyes.
Today I watched my Ainsleigh and Annabelle kick and squeal as singing and cake drew near, anticipating something special just for them.
And then, it all came back to me. The C-section, the miracle that Annabelle survived, the miracle that they both survived in one sac...
Every emotion I felt from the last 12 months came back.
How is it that I have this beautiful Annabelle and Ainsleigh, here in front of me, grown, healthy, happy, loved, and sucking on giraffes? How?
I never knew hard things so well until I had twins with two other young children. I never knew life so gratifying until now.
Happy Birthday, my lovely miracles!