I was afraid to have two babies.
I wanted at least one of them to be a boy.
Sometimes I am reminded that God and the universe know better than I do.
These are the babies I was meant to have.
At night I go in at least three or four times after they've gone to sleep. I rest my hand on their chests and I wait to feel their tiny lungs rise with a breath of air. When I feel the subtle movement, I breathe out my anxieties and find peace watching them sleep. I move my hand to their heads, where I run my fingers down their cheeks and whisper my love to them.
And again I think, these are the babies I was meant to have.
I am grateful. I am blessed.