It'll be one year tomorrow since I came back to work after the twins were born. (I know, Christmas Eve is a great day to start back, but that's when my FMLA ran out!)

They are now 14 months old! It's gone by so fast, but it's almost like I'm paying attention more than I did with Noah. I don't know if it's because they're not my first or because of what we went through to get them here.

Having 3 miscarriages in 6 months can really mess with you. And unless you've gone through at least one you can't really understand. The moment the 2nd line appears on that little stick, there's a baby. You have hopes and dreams for it, wonder if it's a boy or a girl and imagine how it will fit into your family. Even though I never saw a heartbeat for any of the 3 I lost, it was still my baby when that line appeared. I didn't know at that time what God had planned for me and I wondered if I would ever have a second child. I definitely appriciate what a miracle having a child is now. Everything has to be just right in order for the little one to stick around.

Noah was a surprise baby. Jeremy and I were not prepared at all, but we figured it out. I just thought when it was time for #2, we wouldn't have any problems because we weren't even trying when we had Noah. I even planned out when we would start trying so that Noah and the new baby would only be 3 years apart in school.

I know now that God's plan was to bring 2 more beautiful boys to me at once. Maybe he just wanted me to wait for the right time or maybe he wanted to prove to me what a miracle a child is. All I know is that I did not wish their infancies away. You know...I can't wait until he smiles, walks, talks, etc. Everyday, they get bigger, but I'm enjoying every moment!!

All of this reminds me of my favorite quote..."If you want to make God laugh, tell Him your plans."