So, I had my followup on Thursday.

I learned so much… I don’t even know where to begin. (I am still looking up all the words from my blood work on google… ha}

Basically, it means that Sweet Baby J and Nate the Great are miracles, especially knowing that I carried them to term without any complications.

I know they are miracles already. I know. But I sorta always envisioned Brian and I being parents of 8. Okay, 4. Well, at least 3…

So, I have so many tears tonight.

Tears for my sweet twins in heaven.

Tears for my beautiful children that are trying their hardest not to go to sleep right now… I’m pretty sure that Julia is reading Nate the knock, knock joke book as I write this.

Tears for my generous husband… I am not the kindest person right now. I am trying hard, but falling very short in this arena of life at the moment.

Tears for what is to come.

But most of all, tears of joy. Thank you, God for my blessings.

Thank you, God for your grace.

Thank you, God for your mercy.

I know I never walk alone.