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 I knew I always wanted to be a mom.  Jon and I were married almost seven years before we were blessed with our twin daughters.

 I remember the day vividly when I found out I was officially pregnant with twins.

 It was a shock at first. I remember asking, "How does that happen?" The nurse just laughed.

 And, in what seems like a blink, the girls are eight. Eight. Eight! I can't even believe it.

 They are growing up
to be amazing little people.
They are sweet and
caring and kind and funny.
They love school
and learning and reading.
They love being with friends
and riding bikes, drawing with chalk
and playing outside.
They love their tablets
and games and creating online.
They love building forts
and making up dances.
They love their American Girl dolls
and all the accessories.
They love crafts
and painting and glitter.
They love creating and building
and experiments.
They love soccer and gymnastics
and doing cartwheels anywhere they can.

 They love so many of the same things. Yet, they are as unique as they can be. Similar, but different.

 And I adore them. All eight years of them.

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  1. CarolMay 8, 2018 at 10:22 PM

    What a sweet portrait, both with words and the photo, of your girls! You should do one of these each year!

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  2. ChrisMay 9, 2018 at 6:07 AM

    Beautiful post for your awesome girls ❤️ Happy 8th bday to M and P!

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  3. JudyMay 9, 2018 at 7:37 AM

    We are all so blessed with these two special girls. Love ya, Mom

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  4. Fran HaleyMay 9, 2018 at 1:08 PM

    Twins -! Doubly blessed. The time does go startlingly fast. Today I watched first-graders dance to a staging of I’ll Love You Forever and could not stop thinking about how soon they’ll be sixteen ...then grown ... it tugs hard on the heartstrings, for sure. Savor every moment. :)

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  5. Terje May 11, 2018 at 1:01 PM

    My oldest turned 23. I had her when I was 23. Blink. Since they do grow up in a blink it is important to stay mindfully in the moment and celebrate what is right now. Your celebration of your daughters is beautiful. Hug them tight as often as you can.

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