A HUGE part of me wants to take all of that back.
This past week with the precious twins was more life-changing and overwhelming than I could have ever possibly known, and there was just no way to prepare for it. It was one of the best weeks of my entire life, and I haven't been so heartbroken as when I had to say goodbye to them in a very, very long time. Not just feeling heartbroken that I had to leave, but heartbroken because I will never ever see them at that tiny size again. They've already grown and changed so much in just nine little days on the planet. When Marc and I go see them again, they'll be six weeks old and so much bigger. They'll have hit tiny milestones I'll have missed. When we leave, we won't see them again until December when they'll be over five months old. It might seem silly or trivial, but it feels truly heartbreaking.
And now that I'm back, we are thrown head-first into moving and it feels like we have a billion things to do and haven't had a chance to start hardly any of it.
So - this blog will not be my best! I am short on inspiration, high on joy and stress from the babies and moving, and ready to get this show on the road so we can be in our new beautiful place this time next week. I leave you with, instead of anything inspiring, informative, or yogic, some beautiful baby pictures:
|My sister is not only phenomenal for delivering twins without C-Section and being an amazing mother to these kids, but because only four days after doing that she was up for venturing out into the world! Babies' first Target trip!|
|Second Storytime ever! Atlas was mildly into it; Zoe slept through it.|
|Holding my Zoe-bug for the first time - she's|
only about 13 hours old.
|My last morning with my sweet one-week-old Atlas.|