Love For My Unborn

No this isn’t a post that makes a political statement. Rather, it is sort of a future letter to my children.

A few weeks ago, a past client of mine asked me to work on a new project. I have been busy and he wasn’t in a hurry so it has been a backburner project.

We met this evening to go over details; details led to catching up. Of course, for me, ‘catching up’ is a euphemism for ‘How are the twins?’

After the basics (stuff he should have gotten from the blog!), he asked if I felt a connection with the twins.

The question was innocent enough. He doesn’t have any children and I was ebullient in my descriptions of our pre-partum children. At the moment of the question, I thought, DUH.

Of course I have a connection with them. More than a connection. I love them. Even though they have been with us for less than 26 weeks, I can’t imagine life without them.

For me, they have little personalities; Twin A, originally the bigger twin, has been exerting her dominance as the first child (a true female Barron trait). B, well, let’s just say he’s going to be his Daddy’s boy (trust me).

I think about them all the time and I love them more than I love life itself.

I can’t wait to meet them.