It seems like just yesterday that I was in the hospital staring at the two miraculous, perfect, precious little baby girls that I had carried for thirty-seven weeks.
Do you want to see what a belly with two babies in it looks like at thirty-seven weeks?
This was the last photo taken of me before the girls were born. I cannot believe how big my stomach was.
But then I look at the wrinkly leftovers that I have now, and I can still find the evidence that my belly did in fact stretch farther than I ever thought it could.
But the "battle scars" of pregnancy are totally worth it. Because on December 16, 2004, I got these two brown-eyed, black-haired beauties.
Hannah (left) and Leah (right) on their birthday.
They have never known a day apart.
Here I am holding both of them for the first time.
Words cannot describe the deep, unconditional love and the inexpressible joy I felt as I looked into their faces. For years prior to their birth, I had been praying for God to give us a child.
And he gave us two.
I am so very, very thankful.
My mom holding Hannah (left) and my mother-in-law, Dixie, holding Leah (right)
Hannah and Leah,
These last seven years with you have brought me more happiness, laughter, and moments of pure awe than I ever thought possible. Girls, you have challenged me to become a better wife, mother and friend. You have pushed me closer to God, and have made our lives more colorful and vibrant and wonderful and full.
I love you to the moon and back.
Happy Birthday, Little Ones!