“He stood in my driveway wearing a blue low cut v-neck tee-shirt and cuffed skinny jeans. His hair looked as if he had a mohawk recently. Or maybe was just nostalgic for the late 80′s and was growing a tail. He was also in need of a shave. He scooped me up and planted a kiss on my lips. Not a hello I haven’t seen you in ten years kiss. But the kind that you can feel all the way down to your toes. I immediately knew my life was about to change.”
Change my life did. I married that man. Over the years we have loved, lived, and fought hard. Fought with each other but mostly fought for each other. In February of 2011 we learned we were pregnant, again. We had several miscarriages so we felt very reserved and cautious in regards to the pregnancy. Upon the discovery that I was carrying twins our feelings were a combination of scared shitless and over joyed. But mostly scared shitless. The pregnancy progressed with very little difficulties and they entered the world with ease. The only way to describe this moment in our lives would be surreal.
When I watch my husband interact with his daughters I literally feel like I’m watching a car commercial. You know the ones where the father is watching all his hopes and dreams climb behind the wheel of a car to just drive away. I’m intensely aware that the now is fleeting. I’ve also never experienced first hand such profound love between a father and his children. I feel grateful and thankful to share in it.
On saturday the twins turned 2. It confounds me how short of a time they have been here. And how much has happened in just two years. It feels like they have always been this size and temperament. Like I bore toddlers. I vaguely remember that new baby smell. How tiny they were. What it felt like to have both of them asleep on my chest.
This morning waking to my disaster of a house I couldn’t help but smile. You see their birthday isn’t just the day they were born, it is the day a dream came to life. I watched a new sense of purpose come over my husband. This blog is a thank you to him. Thank you for changing diapers, sleeping in a chair for 6 months, for piggy back rides, and making sketchy slides out of the furniture. Thank you for being my partner, my friend, and one hell of a father to all of our children.
Happy Birthday Penelope, Liberty, and Daddy!