Back in February of 2013, we had our surgery to save the sweet little twin baby boys who are now running around and climbing on things and making messes everywhere they go. As I looked through the pictures labeled "LA Trip", the flood of emotions of those days came right back swelling in my heart and spilling out from my eyes. The funny thing about it is that I wasn't remembering the worry or the fear (although you can see it in our eyes), but the absolute hope and faith that carried us. The prayers and love of so many who were supporting us were felt in a very real way, and while everything inside of us said this is scary and hard and we are completely helpless, our hearts knew it would be ok.

I see in those two faces absolute unwavering faith that there was a plan for our family and this was a part of it and faith that we could get through it, no matter the outcome, as long as we had each other. I had no idea then how deeply the two little humans I was carrying would change my life forever, but I am ever grateful for the strength I had to move forward with hope and faith and not be overwhelmed with the fear and gravity of the circumstance.
And on a less serious note: let me remind you that I was only 24 weeks into my pregnancy and this was my silhouette... I definitely have not forgotten feeling so full and uncomfortable that I thought I would burst when I was swollen with all that extra fluid from the TTTS. Also, there is just something incredible and wonderful about breathing in the ocean air and hearing the waves on the beach. Sunsets are an added bonus!















