As fall is upon us, I tend to get weepy over the littlest things. It seems like the NICU was a bad dream at times but lately, the girls have catapulted my thoughts back into our lives three years ago. I think it is because they are the age Savannah was when the they were born. So many of the activities, things they say and facial expressions remind of Savannah when she was three. Of course, Savannah's third year of life was really defined by us trying to juggle spending time with her and visiting the NICU. What a blessing it is to have the twins turn three and not be consumed by paralyzing fear and grief. That is only the tip of the iceberg when it comes to blessings. Who would have thought that my little Lila Grace, who three years ago was the one with her hazy lungs up on the x-ray monitor when entering the NICU (a privilege only given to the baby with the worst lung function of the day), would be hoofin' it behind her daddy in the back yard?
