HRM and I have twins on both sides of our family. Her first cousins are twins. My first cousin has twins. And yet, when we were pregnant, it never crossed our minds that we might be next in line. We found out on the day of HRM's first ultrasound; there were two boys inside, just waiting to meet us.
Still feeling overwhelmed - and somewhat in disbelief - we shared the news with friends and family. We were roundly congratulated on this incredible, double blessing. Never having fathered a child before, a part of me wondered how exactly we would survive the blessing.
Today is eleven months since our twins arrived.
Every day has been a gift, even the ones where I thought I might collapse from exhaustion or let frustration gain the upper hand. These past few weeks, apart from them, have really tested me.
Nothing makes me happier than seeing their mother's face light up when she looks at them or hearing Luca and Olin’s laughter fill the house. I watch them grow and come into their own.
I understand a father’s heart now;
I understand, about that double blessing.