The Small Things...

  Today after a phone call with my Dad, I took sometime to reflect on my parents.  I sat on my patio with my face in the sun and I was just over taken with gratitude and thankfulness that I have been lucky enough to have been raised by two people who care so much about me, my sister and brother.  Its that love that is the foundation that has kept us so close.  
  Though the road sometimes has been paved with good intentions, we can all say that reflecting on our childhood can bring out some feelings that we never knew we had.  I can say that my parents aren't perfect, but this is something that I am very thankful for.  My parents are real people, with real life struggles and its their imperfections that make them so wonderful.  Sometimes my mom forgets things, and sometimes it can be frustrating, but mostly it makes me think about my grandma and how she always forgot things.  Then it makes me wonder if I am also going to grow to be forgetful?  Its endearing really.  Sometimes my Dad is stubborn, but his Dad was also stubborn, so that must mean that my brother will be stubborn (not me, right)?  
  I know that there have been times that I have disappointed my parents, but they would never say.  To them all their children deserve equal and unconditional love.  That is what being a parent is all about.  So here we are.  
  I remember when I was in junior high and in love with any sport that I could be involved in, during the winter months when Dad was home from working away, we would go into the gym and play 21 for and hour and half before school started.  It was these little things that mattered to me and now the little things are the big things that stick out in my memory.  Who ever said the small things don't matter?  I don't think that I ever had a normal parent/ child relationship with my either of my parents, they were always my Mom and Dad, but they have always been my friends.  Mom and Dad don't have a favorite when it comes to the three of us kids and we all know that.  When one child it hurting they are hurting with that child, when one is happy they are happy, and so on.  It is this quality that I hope to carry into my parenting.
  So here I am about two and a half months away from starting a family with the most amazing man I know, and you go through a lot of emotions.  Feelings that make you examine your life.  Feelings that you want to suppress, but you can't (maybe its the hormones) and yet they say it is all so normal.  I guess that the thing that I personally fear the most is understanding this thing called unconditional love, will I have enough patience and love for two babies at the same time?  Does something click inside of you?  I am so excited about this whole experience.  From the day we found out that indeed we were going to be parents, to the time we found out that we were going to have twins, up until the point that we found out that we are having two girls I have been in love with these babies.  So I guess this answers my question.  
  Just to bring you all up to speed on what is actually going on here... we are going to be 25 weeks on Thursday!  I can hardly believe that!  Our first appointment with our Obstetrician is on June 6th, and I am really not anticipating that much new information about our babes.  Maybe another ultra sound ( I hope).  We could potentially have these girls in 10 weeks!  10 weeks! Are you for real!  With that being said the baby room is about 60% finished!  Have to get some vital things like crib mattresses, car seats, more NB baby clothes, stuff to clean babies with, and just in general some more organization in this little house to prepare for their arrival that has snuck up very quickly.  
  I hope that this summer brings happiness to all of you who read this... whoever and where ever you are!  We are glad that this journey has had very few bumps in the road.  


With Love,
xoxo
Jesse & Babies