It has already been 11 months since Lucas was born. He's 11 months old today...already. I'm not a fan of how quickly time is passing, and you'll probably hear me say that on a regular basis. I. don't. like. it. one. bit. My babies aren't supposed to be almost one anyway! Can we just pretend they were born in August when they were supposed to be so that I have a few more months before I have one year olds? As much as I would like to do that and call them seven month olds like they are supposed to be, it would really take away from the amazing start they had to life. And since apparently it was in their destiny (God's plan) to enter this world almost four months early, I guess I shouldn't do that. Since my first born miracle twin will be ONE whole year old a month from today, I think it's time to start telling the whole story of the miracle that our sons are. I mean, come on, we have 23 and 26 weeker twins that were born 16 days apart, that are at home, thriving and doing great. That is a miracle in itself - but there is so much more to it than just those details.
It will take some time. But I'm excited to share about what our GREAT God did and how He provided everything we needed every step of the way. It wasn't subtle little "Hey maybe that was God" things....it was "HELLO - THAT was SO a God thing -- thank you Jesus!" I'm pretty sure almost every time I cried for the first few days of our journey, it was not in sadness but in God's constant reminder that He was with us. Over, and over, and over again.
Thank You, Lord, for never leaving us and for giving us this story to share!
More to come, in between taking care of a couple of busy twin boys who I love and cherish more than I could ever explain!
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