I don't even have to look at the photo because the image is burned into the movie screen inside my head. The only picture of my girls together. Moments after birth, bundled up in their comically large hats in the OR, both of them looking a little less than healthy and a little less than happy but still alive by some miracle.
This image was in my head for the weeks I spent willing them to grow and thrive while they were still inside my body and I doubt it will ever leave me.
Today, on the 2nd anniversary of their birth I think of the two of them, linked forever in my mind and my heart.
Today marks two years since we charged up the hill together unaware of the sheer drop waiting at the top.
Today marks two years of trying to hold on and learning to let go.
Happy Birthdays to my precious girls.