This story. This event. This thing.
It was big.
It was fucking awesome cause that’s when the twins arrived and they kicked much ass and it’s taken me all this time, I thought, because the story was really hard. But, why? Why was it really hard to tell? Because I kept waiting for it to have a happy ending. But that’s now how life works, is it? There isn’t really an ending until the end. And this blog isn’t about happiness, either. It’s about life.
And I know that.
This story was still really hard to tell.
So then I thought maybe it’s because it was so traumatic.
Cause there were some parts, some moments that were really fucking traumatic.
Flash back level, nightmare inducing, horror story traumatic.
Let me get to the punchline, though – the twins are healthy.
They’ve always been super healthy.
During every scare, they come through super healthy. I still utter the mantra often, “Please be healthy. Please be fine.”
But their delivery.
The rest of this story was lost during the hack in 2018.