My wonder twins--Hannah & Terry!!
Today, my twins turn nineteen, and I'm feeling a little misty. They're still in bed, but I've been up for an hour, putting up a few streamers and trying to figure out what to do today. As the temp in Tulsa is predicted to be hotter than the surface of the sun, the zoo is out. We've seen all the movies. Maybe the aquarium--which always leaves me craving a nice, buttery seafood lunch??!!
Hannah and Terry were miracle babies. It took Hubby and I nearly two years to conceive, then I had trouble from the start. Horrible nausea led to dangerously high blood pressure and too many incidents of premature labor to count. I was on bed rest for months and months--only allowed up each day for a brief shower and the potty. During the delivery, I almost died from a bizarre complication. Long story, but after an 8:30AM c-section, I didn't get to hold my babies until late that afternoon.
Because it was such a struggle getting them into this world, I've always tended to go overboard on their birthday. We've had blow-out parties featuring live bands and Jupiter Jumps and Safari Joe with all of his critters. As much as I complain about some of their not-so-fun teen idiosyncrasies, all-in-all, this mom couldn't be more proud.
I love my Hannah and Terry more than I thought it was possible to love, which is scary now that they're getting so "old". I'm struggling with letting go, but Hubby's helping, reminding me that's what we raised them for--to lead happy, fulfilling, independent lives. The thought of which just starts me crying all over again!!!!
Anyway . . . Sniff, sniff. Today, we will no doubt manage to find BIG, high-caloric fun. Tonight, as of my latest Intel, both kids are hanging with friends. Which again, is how it's supposed to be. Hubby and I will share a quiet dinner and reminisce, wondering where the years have gone . . .