I thought I would have so much to say.
I thought I would wax poetic
about the miracle of birth, the karma of the universe,
the beauty of these girls,
I am speechless.
I find I sit and stare. I sit and coo.
Only 22 years ago I was in this same position with my own girls
(well, with a 27 month old big sister running around, maybe not the exact
same position) And, oh yea, I don't have to get up in the middle of the night....
but there is something about the realization of the
procreation of your own offspring, especially for an amateur genealogist like myself, to grasp the enormity of the generational continuation of genes (both good and bad).
I remember the hopes and dreams I had for my own girls. Some realized, some not, as my mother had for me I'm sure. There is heartbreak and pain along the way, alongside pride and rejoicing.
But there is always hope.