One of the more difficult things as a parent is to find a way to adequately express the joys of parenthood through words. Not only the joys but the heartbreak. The depth of our emotions that we have never felt before we became someone's mommy or daddy. And this is just in relation to children who had healthy births after nine months cooking in mommy's oven, who have had little to no strife aside from a bump or bruise here and there.
If it's that difficult for parents of a child who has had nary a challenge in this life, what about parents who have started their lives as a mommy and a daddy fighting for the lives of their two children? Children who spent days upon weeks upon months in the NICU instead of at home with the parents who adore them so? How do those parents find the words to express their emotions regarding their children's premature entrance into the world all the way to the supreme joy and overwhelming exuberance when...three years later...they are looking into the eyes of two beautiful vivacious HEALTHY children.
How do they find the words?
No, really. I'm asking you. Help me out here!l
Sigh, there are no words. Just pictures. Pictures that I have been honored once again to take of this perfect little duo. This perfect brother and sister who make me cry with joy when I see how much they have grown since last year. Who make me mist up with gratitude that after a rough start at life, they are as strong and healthy as any other toddler on the block. Who even make me a little scared because...well, when you're looking out the viewfinder of your camera to see 65 lbs of giggling goodness running at you full speed ahead, ready to tackle you with hugs, it it cause for some trepidation, if not all out terror.
How is it possible that three years have gone by? I don't know how to find the words but I am ever so thankful for every moment as they are true Little Miracles.