When I was 32 weeks pregnant my twins arrived eleven years ago.
I’ll always remember:
How nervous I felt being a new mom of twins.
How small they were. (3.14 and 4.9)
How I knew our lives would be changed forever.
How I could just stare at them all day long, and not get bored.
How much I immediately loved them.
And now they are 11 years old. Sweet. Funny. Lovable. Sporty. Silly. Smart. I cannot believe how much they are growing up. I might only have them around for another 7-8 years until they graduate high school and head out to college. (cry) Do you do the countdown with your kids too?
Happy Birthday to the two who made me a mother first.