December 5th was exactly three years to the day that I found out about the twins and was told there was no hope for my pregnancy. I was blissfully oblivious, walking through Costco with a friend while trying to pull the date out of my Christmas-fogged mind. When it hit me, I had to stop walking and catch my breath because I felt like someone
had kicked me in the stomach. What an odd feeling.
For the last two years, I had a lot of emotions and anxiety leading up to Dec 5th which is not typical for me. I was going to throw a party the first anniversary but I just couldn't do it. It came on me this year with such stealth that it both shocked me and made me a little proud of the progress we've obviously made getting over that chapter in
our lives.
At 2 and a half, Sarah's biggest issues are height and ear infections. She is a smart, delightful little girl with beautiful brown eyes and no quams about telling you "I don't like that!". She's learning to potty, loves pirates and gives the world's best hugs (not kidding). Samantha is somehow a tom-boy and a drama queen in one little package and it is so fun! Life is never dull with her around. Her obvious affection for her siblings would make the Grinch smile and she always includes and fiercely protects her sister Sarah.
So folks for the third year I want to say thanks to everyone who was there for us during that crazy time and wish you all a Merry Christmas :)
