Today is the girls' 7th birthday. It is so hard to believe that the helpless, fragile babies we brought home seven years ago are now smart, independent, little girls.
I suppose they were never as fragile as we thought they were. We worried about everything those first days. We often wondered what they would be like when they grew up. There are a lot of notes in their baby books about family members and their predictions. Now we know a little more and it's even better than we could ever have imagined.
The blond twin has always been our attention-seeker. The first night in the hospital she would cry just to have someone hold her. She'd fall asleep in your arms and cry as soon as you put her back in her crib. This should have been a sign, but at that point we were too tired to try to figure out what that meant for her personality. She loves to learn, especially math. She loves the challenge of new things like addition and subtraction. She remembers everything. She's always trying to take care of someone or something (like Oreo). It's part of her personality to be nurturing.
When they came home, we called the brunette twin "the Little One" because she was smaller than her sister. It was only a couple of ounces, but it was a big deal back then. Now she's taller than her sister by an inch or two. She loves science, even if she doesn't call it that yet. Anything that she can analyze and ask "why" is a topic she wants to discuss. She's often quiet and sensitive, and she's fiercely loyal.
I think back to those first days and remember feeling like we wouldn't all survive. I used to be glad we just got through a single day. Every day I'd think "today they became a little older and more independent." Even if back then independent meant they were taking steps towards lifting their heads off the pillows or crawling, we saw progress. We relished each milestone and promised to never forget the exact day when they first rolled over or crawled.
Already those memories are fading, but they are well-documented in baby books and in photos. What I look forward to most now are the memories we'll make with our little girls. I hope they know we love them even more than we did the first day we brought them home.