So, I made it through the holidays. Actually, I really enjoyed the holidays. The kids are at the magical ages (4 and almost 6) when everything is exciting and joyous and new.
The twins did turn 6 the first week of January. I'm a little sad. To me this is their first "big" birthday--the beginning of the end, if you will. I mean, no longer can I count their age on one hand. Shari has lost her two bottom teeth and the replacements are rapidly coming in. Joshua is usually full sentences more and more. I have big kids now. Not babies.
On the days surrounding their birthday, I just stared at the twins. I'd look at them and find the features I saw in them as babies. I'd think back to the countless hours I spent in the NICU, hoping, praying, rejoicing, and sometimes just plain old pretending to rejoice to not show my heartache.
In these past six years, we've had multiple surgeries, numberless doctor appointments, early intervention sessions and classes, PT and OT visits, and on and on. And what do I have to show for it? More than a few gray hairs, but also two wonderfully healthy children.
Thank you for all of the help and prayers and support. Without you, I wouldn't have survived!
Viva la miracles. Viva la Shari and Josh!
