Wednesday, September 15, 2021

Eighteen

Every year on this date, I remember every detail. I remember calling Uncle Dave to check our car seats. I remember driving to the hospital. I remember the first time we saw the babies. I remember the nurse asking their names. I remember holding them for the first time. I remember being so in awe that the babies were coming home with us. 

I know that today the girls are legally adults, but they will always, always be our babies.