My family

I have often spoken about my husband's family but never about mine. Granted, I don't have 8 siblings and my parent's house is not a nut house but still they deserve a few words.
My Mom was (is?) infertile. Being infertile is not something you stop being once you sucessfully concieve a child. It marks you, it defines you for the rest of your life. Maybe this is why being infertile (which I am most definitely not, having been pregnant twice in 3 years) was always my biggest fear. Anyway, after 7 years of trying to concieve my Mom misteriously got pregnant and when she was 8 months along the doctor informed her she was having twins. My sister and I were born the next day. My Mom never got pregnant again.

My Mom (with me in the picture) is the most beautiful woman I have ever met and I find it profoundly unfair that I did not inherit her beauty. This is a picture of the 3 of us 24 years ago. What else can I say about her? I wish I could be half as good a mother to R as she was to us and I can only hope that R will love me half as much as I love her.

My sister and I have always been best friends, and we still are. Having a twin sister has been the biggest blessing I had in my life and has defined me as a person. We share a kind of love no one else can understand. This is why I wish I could have given R a sister closer in age.

Then there's my Dad. This is a picture of him and R a few days after she was born . He is the kindest man ever and R is absolutely in love with him. There is no one in the world she loves better then him.