On a cold, winter day in February, you arrived. B stepped into this world at 2:20 and A followed at 2:21. We joke that you could only stand to be apart for a mere minute. I think that describes your bond and relationship perfectly. I cannot put into words the first moment that I saw you. It was as if the world had stopped. And I knew nothing would ever be the same again.
I am struggling to write this. To put into words what the two of you mean to me. You are my first babies. My first loves. A piece of myself was born with you. Because of you, I fell into my destiny. I figured out who I was supposed to be.
On the day of your birth, you gave me that gift. We learned together. We made mistakes together. We’ve grown together. Through it all, we’ve loved each other.
I could not be more proud of the people that you’ve become.
Such caring hearts.
While no one is ever perfect, you two are just perfect for me. From the beginning, we’ve just fit together.
It seems as if you are growing and maturing each day. You are constantly continuing to change. These days, I see glimpses of our future. The way you carry on conversations. The way you share your thoughts and feelings. The things that bring you joy and happiness. I see the people inside of you forming before my eyes.
The preteen years are ahead. I am longing for knowledge on how to navigate them. How to help you find your way and to be prepared. To feel confident in yourselves. To make good decisions. To be strong in your beliefs. But, I have faith in us. We’ve made it this far together after all.
You are such good children. It has been the greatest joy of my life to raise you. I love you with all of my heart. Happy eighth Birthday, babies!