I woke up thinking about all these years and their stretched out arms saying, “hold me, mommy” and I think, I hope I’m strong enough to hold them many, many more. I see their little legs and arms stretching out, their little faces thinning out, and their need for me lessening. I just want to hold on to this forever. I’ve never wanted anything more than to be a mother and these two little precious gifts who were given to me to love. How lucky I am.