Four years ago today, the Saturday before Valentine’s Day, our twin girls were born. Moments of that day have slipped in and out of my mind all week, like a soft and gentle stream, giving life to everything around me. Mostly, I have been warmed by the tender, subtle feeling of being known.
The girls were born two months early in a sudden rush of events that saved their lives, and mine.
I was feeling fine until early afternoon when the nausea set in. I wretched into the toilet twice, put my 19 month old down for a nap, then collapsed onto the couch. But even lying down didn’t relieve the debilitating headache I had.
You’ll find the rest of the story at Segullah today. I’d love for you to join me. I’ll be checking in after serving nine little girls a “Fancy” birthday luncheon. Until then…