I was thinking about holding each of these babies for the first time the other day. How they each felt so perfect in my arms -- like there was a puzzle piece missing for my entire life. And then, just like that, complete.
I remember how they smelled and those squinty eyes. Their tiny mouths and fingers and toes. I remember the feeling of complete joy and exhaustion and pride as they laid content in my arms. I truly hope those are memories I never forget.
I realize how blessed I am. I realize that not everyone gets to hold freshly born, beautiful little miracles. That's a gift I will eternally be grateful for. It's certainly a gift that I have never once deserved, but God has shown me kindness beyond any desire I've had. I hope that's something I never forget, either.
Also, please note how my hair has changed. And how my face has aged. Ha!