Fresh on the heels of our 34th anniversary comes the twins’ 33rd birthday.
I spent our first anniversary in the hospital on complete bed rest after my water broke at 23 weeks gestation with “Twin A.” Twin A was Eric, who has always kept us on our toes—and apparently, that started from the very beginning.
I was 35 years old when the twins were born, so some people assume we used some sort of fertility treatment. But no—there was this one time without protection, and bang: twins. The boys are identical, meaning one fertilized egg split into two.
My due date was October 31st, so the twins being born on July 28th was much more of a trick than a treat. It was a traumatic day for us, but those memories have become easier to live with over time. Today, we have so much to celebrate in these two amazing young men.
They have changed our lives in nearly every way. We have faced some difficult times, but our experiences have also changed us for the better. We have learned patience. We have learned to celebrate the smallest milestones and to appreciate every day that all of our children are happy and healthy. We have learned not to sweat the small stuff and to choose our battles wisely.
Along the way, we have met so many amazing people whom we never would have known if not for our children. Over time, we have gained a deeper understanding of acceptance and inclusion, and we have become advocates for all people with disabilities.
Happy 33rd birthday to our incredible twins. We are so proud of the men you have become and so grateful for everything you have brought into our lives.
